solitude
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A Solitary Hamlet
This weekend, my travels took me to a solitary hamlet, high above the world where the clouds meet the land. Nestled in the embrace of the mountains, this hidden retreat felt like a world apart—wrapped in mist, where time slowed and silence spoke in whispers. Here, amidst the hush of nature, the hamlet breathed its Continue reading
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An Abandoned House: Confronting the Unknown
There is something hauntingly poetic about an abandoned house. It stands alone, weathered by time, whispering stories that no one remains to tell. The eerie silence of the ungodly hour, broken only by a screeching noise—was it a vampire or a ghost? Or was it something even more unsettling—the echoes of solitude itself? As I Continue reading
bhaskar saikia 