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Adrian didn’t 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...
Some books hand you rosy dreams of overnight success. The Hard Thing About Hard Things does the opposite — it kicks down the door, stares you straight in the face, and says, “You want to build something real? Good. Now let’s see if you can survive it.”The first time I picked it up, I expected another glossy Silicon Valley playbook — filled with startup jargon, VC buzzwords, and motivational fluff....
It starts like a film with the sound turned low — a ceiling fan humming, rain smudging a window, someone breathing too carefully in the dark. That’s how Solitude opens — not with a scream, but with the kind of silence that makes your skin remember things you’ve tried to forget.I didn’t pick this book to be scared. I picked it because the title felt eerily familiar. Solitude. That tender, terrifyin...
It was the day off when Ravi came to meet Meera. They left in the morning and took an early train into the center of the lunar colony. The deeper layer had offices but the first two layers were filled with commercial shopping complexes. Meera had not yet received her first salary so she purchased only basic things she needed. Ravi was in the electronics shop for a while. They went to have brunch t...
I am continuing to enjoy my commute and also learning to get new insight each ride. The good rainy day will definately follow a bad travelling day. All the potholes will be welcoming me. If you are travelling on the same route everyday, it seems we become one with the road we are on. Saying because I know the exact spots where the surface dips, where the cracks run deep, and where I need to swerv...
Gafur was a tall neatly dressed man. It was not everyday that a man like him walked into Sarabhai Nagar. He walked to the bank of elevators marked 4 and went down to the twelfth level. He took out his phone from his pocket to look for the flat number of Anwar’s residence. He saw a girl hugging two other girls and a boy. She looked like an Earthling. He felt like the Earthling was a younger version...
Meera sat in the seat next to the porthole through which she could look outside the rocket. Everything was grey. The body of the rocket was grey, the back of the seat on which the entertainment display was mounted was grey, the body of the rocket was grey, and the Moon ahead was grey. She was also not entirely certain what she was going to do once she was on the Moon. She just knew she wanted to g...
Told my husband to prepare jira rice as I was still on my way to home. The universe just agreed with it!
