Calm, gentle stories suitable for reading before sleep.
Story 4: The Lamp That Stayed On In a small village in India, where nights were wrapped in cricket sounds and warm air, lived a boy named Arjun. Arjun was afraid of the dark. Not the kind of dark with stars—but the kind where corners grew quiet and shadows felt awake. Every night, when the…
Secrets watch. Darkness listens. Story 3: The Friend Who Counted Seconds Kesh always counted when he was afraid. No one noticed it at first. When storms came, he counted the seconds between thunder and rain.When guards passed too close, he counted their steps.When doors closed behind them, he counted the heartbeats before silence settled. Right…
Secrets watch. Darkness listens. Story 2: The Map That Lied The bells did not stop ringing. They echoed through the kingdom long after the sun rose—slow, heavy tolls that pressed against the chest like a warning meant only for the living. No one announced who had died. No flags were lowered. Yet everyone knew something…
Secrets watch. Darkness listens. Story 1: The Door That Opened Twice No one remembered when the door first appeared. It stood at the far end of the abandoned passageway, hidden beneath a broken arch of stone, where torchlight hesitated and shadows gathered too closely together. The door was old—older than the castle walls themselves—its surface…
Story 8: The Place Where Time Refused to Hurry They found the place by accident. Or at least, that’s what the city wanted them to believe. The street they turned into looked ordinary—narrow, uneven, lined with closed shops and faded signs. But the moment they stepped onto it, something changed. The noise dropped. Not slowly.Immediately….
Story No. 4: Threads That Remember The morning air felt different. Not quieter.Not louder.Just… expectant. Sam noticed it first when she stepped outside. Color fluttered everywhere—paper streamers, cloth banners, lanterns waiting to be lit. “What’s happening today?” she asked. The woman from the house smiled. “A festival,” she said. “A small one. But important.” Grandfather…
Story No. 3: Sharing Meals, Sharing Hearts The first thing Sam noticed was the smell. It wasn’t strong or spicy.It was warm. Rice steaming gently. Soup simmering quietly. Something sweet and earthy she couldn’t name. They were standing just inside a small wooden home, shoes neatly placed by the door. Outside, evening light rested softly…
Story 2: Where the Sun Rises First The compass did not rush. It turned slowly, thoughtfully, as if it wanted Sid and Sam to notice every second of the moment. When it finally stopped, the needle rested on the eastern edge of the map—where land met the wide blue ocean. Sid unfolded the map. A…
Story 1: The Map That Wouldn’t Stay Still The map was not supposed to move. It lay open on the old wooden table, its edges slightly curled, its colors faded by time. Oceans were painted deep blue, mountains rose in tiny brown ridges, and thin lines traced borders that looked neat and certain. Sid noticed…
Story 7: The Crowd That Didn’t See Them The city didn’t slow down. That was the first thing Kayal noticed. Even after they stepped off the main road, even after they found a narrower street with smaller shops and uneven pavements, the noise followed them—rolling, pressing, overlapping. Conversations collided. Music leaked from open doors. Footsteps…
