Riff

Daily scribble in English

Valley of Flowers

Through mist-kissed hills where rivers sing,
A valley blooms in endless spring.
Petals weave a vibrant way,
A path of hues in bright array.

Gold and crimson, lilac light,
Softly swaying, pure and bright.
As if the earth in love prepares,
A welcome born of whispered prayers.

Step forth, O traveler, take your place,
In nature’s arms, in her embrace.
For every flower bends and sways,
To greet you with its fragrant praise.
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Living in the Now

It was a quiet evening, the kind where the air feels like it’s carrying secrets. My teacher and I sat beneath a canopy of stars, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves. He always had this way of drawing out the questions buried deep within me, and tonight was no different.

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The Button That Broke His World

It was during one of my consulting visits to an insurance company that I met Suresh. He worked in the underwriting department—a meticulous, soft-spoken man who radiated a quiet sort of diligence. He was the kind of employee you’d expect to be a fixture in the company, quietly reliable and entirely uncontroversial.

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