This morning, while going to school, I happened to ride in a toto 🛺 driven by a man who, strangely enough, turned out to be connected to my own school😊😊😊...

It began casually. He asked me whether there was an exam in school that day. I said yes. Then he replied "I also studied in that school"...

That single sentence somehow opened a conversation that continued through the entire journey.......🛣🛣🛣

He told me he had left the school in 2018, while in Class 10. His elder brother had fractured his leg during an army run, and circumstances at home forced him to leave and join a government school instead. Later, he never went to college either, his mother needed a kidney operation, and life demanded other priorities from him.

[ Side Note 📕*:*Sometimes we the ones who are living a normal going life , are quite ugrateful of the fact of how privileged we are , It hit to me , that a smooth timeline which we all want specially during our academic journey was indeed a highly priced privilege for him ]

Now he rides a toto 🛺for a living. In between he mentioned that he knows how to drive a tractor too (quite in a boasting way ) .

[I felt good that he has still not forgotten the ways of cherishing his own achievements]

As he narrated pieces of his life, I had a rather peculiar feeling, as if I were reading an English short story, except I wasn't merely the reader, I was somehow inside it, listening to the protagonist tell his own tale. Perhaps navigator is the better word.🤓☝️

The coincidence of it struck me later. He was, in a way, my senior from the same school. Had I missed that particular toto, I would never have met him, never heard his story.🤗

And honestly, I think I was intentionally interactive. I felt he wanted to open up. So I kept the conversation going throughout the ride..............

It was a small, ordinary journey, yet it carried one of those oddly human moments that stay with you longer than expected........

I'm bored. I got studies but bhai i can't pull myself. It's been like this since almost 5 months. I barely studied for boards that too with immense force.

I don't want to go anywhere,don't want to eat anything,nthng feels exciting. I was watching series so that I feel distracted- but ab wo bhi khatam hogayi. Now that I realise,I spent my time in worse way possible by watching that.

Tried reading Qur'an- headache! Doing Sajdah- headache!

Am I possessed or wt?

"Don't Lose your politics because of your friends"

And yes you read exactly what I wrote, I never fumbled or wanted to write something else , I literally meant what I wrote.

Where should I invest in?

Assalamualaikum brothers n sisters,

So I am thinking to invest(not in stocks) as it requires certain amount of capital and also patience(kinda blocking money for me as of now), could you people suggest any other option?

Like SIPs,mutual funds,etc.. like even if the gain is low, it should be certain and if I need money in like a year I could withdraw it, like take it as one of saving options for me....

**The Charyapada,** a collection of mystical poems and songs rediscovered in royal library of Nepal in 1907, is commonly accepted to have been composed and compiled between 8th and 12th centuries CE by 23 Siddhacharyas (tantric masters) of Vajrayana tradition of Buddhism from the tantric traditions of Odisha, Assam, Bengal and Bihar.

This verse (from [Charyapada Verse 10](https://youtu.be/gTk86O3qiaw?si=ykbh7SaLRB6dXJ9D)), composed by Kānhapāda(Kānhuipā), is a cornerstone of Eastern Indo-Aryan languages. It serves as a "linguistic blueprint", demonstrating the common *Abahatta* (Apabhramsha) roots that evolved into modern Odia, Assamese, Bangla, Maithili, Magahi and other East Indo-Aryan languages.

Especially for Odia and Bangla speakers, the striking resemblance is unmistakable. The syntax and vocabulary have remained remarkably intact for over a thousand years.

I saw a post here of someone saying "Why there aren't any storytime posts soo here I am

I'm gonna share a story related to my spritual journey

So when I was 9, mere dil mein nabi (saws) ki محبت bhadak uthi thi

Everyday, in every prayer I used to pray " Ya Allah mujhe khawab mein tere habib ko dikhade"

Weeks passed, then months, then years but I didn't see him

3 years passed, I turned 11

One day I was watching TV with my nani, suddenly a thought came in my mind that I should say "Muhammed" 100 times

I did

I returned home that night and fell asleep

And I finally saw him!!!

Let me explain with great detail what I saw

I saw that I was in a dark room and Muhammed (saws) was standing in front of me and be was wearing green clothes and a green turban and his face was shining

I turned around, and there were 3 graves

The grave in the middle was the grave of Muhammed saws

The grave on the right side was the grave of fatimah sa.

The grave in the left was the grave of Ibrahim, his son

After seeing the dream I woke up, I cried a lot that day

earlier the sub used to full of storytime posts, credits to niharinalli and many others, why have yall stopped, they were so interesting to read😭🥀 Also many other fun users were active but now only one guy posts , we need to revive it , MIGA!! Make IMS great again🫡🫡

25 days pehle jab mai subah mere flat ke bahar nikla toh wahan na ceralac ka box rakha tha mujhe laga roommate ne mangwaya hoga toh maine uthakr andar rakha lekin wo uska nahi tha pata nahi kiska tha koi aake pucha bhi nahi. Bachpan me meku cerelac pasand tha bohot toh kya mai ab wo khaa sakta hu?