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                                                                          Fiction One cold morning, there was a knock on my door. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I opened it to find Sajeet standing there. “Forgive me,” he said. “I know it's early, but I need to talk to you urgently.” “Is everything alright?” I asked, concerned. “If it were, would I wake you at this hour? There’s a matter. Please come down to the union office. The others are gathering there too.” With that, he hurried off, leaving me to wonder what had happened. I went to the bathroom, thinking it over. Sajeet was the night watchman of our housing society. He had lost his parents young and had raised his four sisters on his own. The community had helped arrange their marriages, but Sajeet never...

 Nature has bestowed upon humans intellect, consciousness, and freedom of will. This is precisely why religious and philosophical traditions have bestowed upon him the title of “Ashraf-ul-Makhluqat” (the noblest of all creatures). He stands superior to other creations because he can think, make decisions, create, and possess the ability to transform his environment. Yet when this very freedom falls captive to greed, selfishness, and insatiable desire, the same human becomes the greatest agent of destruction on Earth. Deep within human nature lies an ingrained self-interest. What belongs to him is his; what belongs to others should also belong to him. He is never content with what he receives and remains restless day and night for what he does not have. This endless hunger not only endangers his own existence but has also made him a grave threat to the very planet that serves as his home.                          ...

                                                                                         current affairs The release of Jeffrey Epstein's files under the Epstein Files Transparency Act has triggered widespread political fallout, putting intense scrutiny on figures like U.S. President Donald Trump and UK Prime Minister Keir Starmer, while forcing resignations across Europe. In late 2025, the U.S. Department of Justice initiated releases, culminating in a major January 2026 dump: over 3 million pages, thousands of videos, and 180,000 images. The documents highlight associations involving prominent names—Trump, Bill Clinton, Prince Andrew (already stripped of titles), Elon Musk, Bill Gates, and others—but largely describe so...

(Fiction) I am a lover of beauty. Since childhood, I’ve been drawn to nature’s masterpieces—anything radiant, graceful, or perfectly formed. I confess: I am a devout idolater of beauty. Wherever I glimpse a beautiful face, my feet stop on their own. Even if I try, I cannot move forward. This tendency of mine has, at times, earned me admiration—and at other times, deep embarrassment. Regardless of the consequence, I remain helpless before it. I no longer know whether it is a habit or an instinct. Throughout school, college, university, and now at work, I’ve carried the same reputation: an admirer of beauty. Friends often ask, “What magical charm do you possess that you're always surrounded by attractive women?” To which I smile and reply, “That... I shall never reveal.” Before marriage, my passion for beauty was manageable—even amusing. But after marriage, it turned into a source of anguish for my wife. Whether she was with me or not, I would stop in my tracks at the sight...

  (Fiction) Babloo came to see me today after a long time. Without any greeting, he declared: "I swear—I’ll never fall in love again!" "What happened now? Why are you swearing again? Haven’t you done this before, too? Which vow is this, anyway?" At my barrage of questions, Babloo squirmed like a fish out of water. "Yaar, love is not meant for me," he said, frustrated. "After a couple of days, it’s always the same—separation, betrayal. I’m done." "So what about all those other vows you took before—what happened to them?" I asked. Babloo avoided my eyes and, scratching the ground with his toe, replied, "This is my seventh and final vow. I’ve given up on love." Wait—perhaps I should introduce Babloo first. Babloo is my childhood friend and a former classmate. Cheerful by nature, but sadly, not blessed in the looks department: short height, thick lips, eyes like a mole, massive hands, and feet so large it’s a mira...