Simplistic Stories

A young man, Kush, leaves his village for the city with one belief: life is built by moving forward. Years later, success arrives in the form of stability, a wife, Prajakta, and a fast-paced urban identity. But a single Monday morning disrupts everything when Kush returns to his ancestral village in Rajasthan to seek blessings from his aging grandfather. What begins as a routine visit slowly transforms into a confrontation with memory, land, and belonging. The grandfather-once a strong emotional anchor-begins to slip between clarity and confusion due to Alzheimer's, sometimes recognizing Kush, sometimes treating him like a stranger from another time. As Kush and Prajakta attempt to revive abandoned farmland into a small agricultural startup, they face layered resistance: family politics, inheritance disputes, legal claims over land, and the emotional weight of generational expectations. Kush's father and uncle see opportunity in control, while Prajakta fights for integrity and a slower, more honest system rooted in community rather than scale. Their venture briefly grows, even going viral, attracting money and pressure. But rapid expansion leads to failure-crop loss, broken trust, and public backlash. The system collapses, forcing Kush to confront the truth that he was scaling ambition, not understanding. Meanwhile, the village begins to reorganize itself through Prajakta's leadership and local women, forming a quiet cooperative model that prioritizes survival over growth. Kush gradually unravels emotionally, losing his sense of identity as everything he built slips out of control. In his final lucid moments, the grandfather reveals a deeper philosophy: stability is not ownership, but belonging. His death marks the end of an era and the beginning of understanding. Ultimately, Kush realizes the village was never something to fix or scale-it was something to stay within.

☮︎︎ a simplistic modern college student, who spends her time reading whatever she gets her hands on ends up in an unknown forest. -𝘿𝙀𝙈𝙊𝙉 𝙎𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍 𝙄𝙉𝙎𝙀𝙍𝙏

[On hold] What happens when our everyday life, the same regular routine has some newness? A newness of waiting, smiling, blushing! This is a story of two strangers who met in a place which was a part of their routine. A Bus! Peep in to know how they made it to each other's heart! How they found their love in everyday transport. This story will mostly move from the lady's perspective on how she met her man! Hindi dialogues with English translation included. This story's language may have swears and slang words or abusive words! Please stay away or ignore it if you've any problem. Please ignore grammatical errors. [Cover picture courtesy:- Pinterest] Thank you! 😊

A heart-warming collection of three gentle tales where small encounters, simple objects, and unexpected kindness turn ordinary moments into something quietly magical.

a short collection of poetry. simple poetry. maybe not simple. but smooth poetry. by me, of course. I don't plagiarise, neither should you. ||most of this is just off the top of my head and might be rough around the edges. I'll make edits later :)|| I might add a couple of planned-out poems, but most of it will be random, pointless, meaningless ranting. in poetic format. poetry is a very free and descriptive form of... idk, writing? and I wanted to write poems, like, fr, for like FOREVER. (rip grammar) and yes, here we are. me and my little poems. happy salad ^_^

This is a couple of my half asleep thoughts on rain, in very short detail. I promise, I do write more complex or interestingly simple things, but not today. Thank you for reading

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This will be the weirdest story you may have read and it will make you think about little moments, you ignore in life.

Natural disasters, K pop, action, training, robots, monsters, creepy encounters, dancing, drug deals, mafia encounters, and broken hearts. Strange? Yes. How strange? That's all up to you. Enjoy the second installment of the Ultimate Destroyer! This story takes place between The Ultimate Destroyer: Volume 1 and The Ultimate Destroyer: Volume 3

Long and short, deep and shallow. These are all poems that were written while I was bored. These may not be based on me, but they were made with the small pinches of creativity that flew through my mind briefly.

Some poems I write either when I'm bored or when I'm stressed😼

Lily is a simple minded girl with love in her heart.

Ever wondered what it feels like to have a crush? How about wanting to confess it? Do you worry whether your feelings are reciprocated? How would you act if they were? Is it only you who would feel all jittery in the insides? Is love a concept you have grasped? These are just some of the thoughts and questions we often have within ourselves. Read on to find out how some would be individuals express themselves in similar situations and more. I really hope you enjoy my book and please forgive me for all forms of error. Constructive criticism is welcome.

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Marcus thorax the most eligible bachelor of Australia. And the next CEO of Marcus industries.Not like his friends but a very down to earth and a obedient son to his parents.until today he only gets the best of his choice and . He is the famous pottery maker of the city,not interested in business unlike his father .what happens when he suddenly comes to the lime light due to his ailing father Meet cara a very simple upper middle class girl from India who shifts Australia to get her masters and to enjoy her life.what happens when she works for Mr.Thorax not knowing that who is her boss.

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I don't really know what to put here? This is just going to be some poetry of mine and letters to people who might never see them. Some sad, some happy, some might need TWs/CWs, some about me, and some about the wreck I call my love life. Maybe some short stories too, who knows. I just want people to know that not all thoughts are pretty and that's fine. Some are messy and complicated, some come out as a string of jumbled words, some can be hard to let out but are welcomed when they do, some can be the biggest secret we've kept and in letting it out we can be letting out a part of ourselves. Let out the thoughts you feel should be let out; that's what I'm doing. Pretty wording doesn't make the thoughts any less ugly but it does make for a wonderful way to cope. I hope whoever decides to read this mess enjoys it or finds comfort in it. <3