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The cafe was breathing again - that familiar morning hum Kaia loved the most. The sound of clinking cups, the smell of vanilla, and the faint music drifting from the old radio perched by the window.Elena was talking, as usual - her words tumbling faster than Kaiaâs thoughts could keep up. âSo, hear me out - what if we add raspberry glaze to the chocolate muffins? People love red things, you know. ...
Adrian didnât plan to stop.He never did.The morning sun was still soft, the kind of gold that clung to windows and rooftops, making everything look gentler than it really was. He was on his usual route, headphones in, his thoughts wandering somewhere between a new project at work and the playlist that never changed.But then-there it was.A small corner cafe, tucked between a bookstore and a florist...
The morning at Chapter and Brew felt different.The usual rhythm-soft music, clinking spoons, sunlight sliding through the glass- was there, but quicker somehow, like the world had woken up a few minutes ahead of schedule.Kaia moved faster than usual.Her steps were sharp, her hair pinned up hastily, a strand falling near her cheek that she didnât bother to tuck away. She adjusted the :pastries in t...
He didnât believe in chaos. But some mornings had a way of rewriting quiet lives.The soft hum of music filled the room- the kind that didnât demand attention but lingered in the air, like a heartbeat. The blinds were half-open, letting sunlight slip through in uneven bands that stretched across the floor, landing on carefully stacked books, a vinyl player, and a single plant he watered every morni...
Some mornings donât ask for words, they unfold quietly, like a secret youâve always known.. The door to â Chapter and Brewâ opened with its familiar creak. A soft breath of morning air followed her in - cool, gentle and alive.Here she was â Kaia â She stepped inside, her heels clicking softly against the wooden floor. The cafe seemed to exhale when she arrived, as though the ro...
The Cafe that waited for Dawn. There was something different about âChapter and brewâ. It wasnât the coffee- through the air that carried its warmth like an embrace - nor the faint hum of the old record player spinning in the corner, its melody tender and worn at the edges.No, it wasnât the feeling the place held - as through the walls had learned to breathe with the rhythm of qui...
Hi, I am Komal, and i love creating worlds, where Love, Emotion and small everyday Magic meetâ.âI have always been fascinated by the quite moments between people - a shared glance, fleeting smile, a whispered word - and thatâs what I want to explore in my new story.âI am writing a contemporary love story called Lingering Like Dawn. Itâs about two people who donât believe in love.. until the Univer...
A few days ago, I wrote an article about Goddess Kali- about the divine energy women embody, the roles we play, and the constant struggles we face. I spoke of how women should be respected in very form, not just revered as goddesses in temples, but as human beings who deserves kindness, love and dignity.But what happened to me last night shook me to my core and made me question everything I though...
Every year, as the first beats of dhol echo through the streets and the air fills with the colors on celebration, Navratri arrives- not just as a festival, but as a gentle reminder of something deeply powerful: the strength of being a woman.Navratri, with its nine nights honoring the nine forms of Goddess Durga, is more than just a ritual. For many women, it mirrors the nine lives they live every ...
Sometimes, in the quiet rain,I feel your eyes-they look, and look away again.Like there is something in your heart you wont let show,Something I see..but never truly know.You used to say my name, like its something dear.And in that pause, that silent space.I wonder, do you feel it too? In your own quiet place.May be on those rainy days, Do you dream about me? Remember me in your thoughts too?Or is...