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Decoding my dreams ..

Decoding my dreams .. It is said and believed that our dreams are subconscious and sometimes acting out of free will but in other states like collective consciousness and superconsciousness it is very much the behaviour of individuals concerned depending upon their social economic and cultural upbringings . Without going deep into other aspects, I take my time to go fishing in my subconscious state . I had my dreams yesterday. So often than not I fail to bring words into to my dreams. But contrary to my belief I tried the inevitable by putting words into them today that is Wednesday December 2025 to put things in perspective so that readers might find some clues and suggest their views and expressions and experience as feedback to bring my narratives into meaningful conversation essential for meaningful life and existence as well . To start with I don't want to go elaborately about the dreams in general. If I try to do that then readers would be finding them as more of fiction with...

குமுதம் தங்க சங்கிலி சிறு கதைப் போட்டி

Hi all, All your stories have been received. We have started to read them.  The ranking will be by a panel of Judges drawn from various fields and sections of the society.  Totally ten judges. Each will read the stories independently. And give a score. The summation of each score for stories by all judges will decide the winners. All the judges are nominated and elected by AI and AI will award to score (by ten judges) based on the perception of each judge. Judges will not benchmark one story witj another. Each story will be critically seen by each judge without any benchmark with other stories. *** The Panel of Judges. 1. Judge A – Senior Literary Scholar (Age 62) A retired Tamil literature professor, specialising in modern Tamil short stories, comparative literature, and philosophical fiction. Prefers depth, metaphor, structure, and originality in theme. ⸻ 2. Judge B – Young Experimental Writer (Age 27) A contemporary fiction author who loves unconventional narrative forms, e...

*விதை*

🙏நற்காலை      வணக்கம்🙏             *விதை*   உங்கள் எண்ணங்கள் தான் உங்கள் வாழ்க்கையின் விதைகள்… முள்ளை விதைத்தால், ரோஜா மலராது… அதேபோல், எதிர்மறை எண்ணங்களை விதைத்துக்கொண்டே இருந்தால் வளர்ச்சி வராது. உங்கள் வாழ்க்கை வெளியில் என்ன நடக்கிறது என்பதைப் பார்க்கும் முன், உங்கள் உள்ளத்தில் என்ன விதைக்கிறீர்கள் என்பதைப் பாருங்கள். நம்பிக்கையை விதையுங்கள்… நன்றியுணர்வை வளர்த்திடுங்கள்… பின்பு.. உங்கள் வாழ்க்கை ஒரு அழகான பூந்தோட்டமாக மலரும்.  “உங்கள் உள்ளத் தோட்டத்தில் இன்று என்ன *விதைக்கிறீர்கள்?”*  அது தான் மலரும்... 🌹 இன்றைய நாள் இனிய நாளாக அமையட்டும் 🌹

She was drowning.

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She was drowning. And the world was still cheering. No one noticed the silence beneath the applause. No one… except one person. 💔 It was June 2022, at the World Championships in Budapest. American artistic swimmer Anita Álvarez had just finished a breathtaking routine — grace and control woven into water and light. But when the music stopped… she didn’t rise. Her body floated for a moment — still, suspended. Then it began to sink. Quietly. Slowly. Out of sight. The crowd kept clapping. Cameras kept rolling. No one saw her fading — except Andrea Fuentes, her coach. Andrea didn’t need to think. She felt it. She knew Anita’s rhythm, her limits, her breath. And without a word, she leapt into the water — clothes and all — diving deep, wrapping her arms around her unconscious swimmer, lifting her back to the surface. Back to air. Back to life. 🫶 Since then, I keep thinking — Who sees you when you start to sink behind your smile? Who would dive in for you, no hesitation, no wait...