It's me Rojan

One perfectly normal morning, I woke up with a weird feeling like something was… off. My bed felt too soft, the air smelled faintly like flowers, and my chest felt… heavy? I sat up and nearly screamed. Big. Breast! Two enormous, jiggling mountains of flesh were squished beneath a soft pink nightgown. I yanked the blanket off and just stared. I stumbled to the mirror and there she was. Me but not me. Long, silky hair, big hips, pouty lips, and a face that could break hearts. A total bombshell. I blinked. She blinked. I poked my cheek. She poked hers back. “What the hell?!” I slapped myself. Still not dreaming. Heart pounding, I grabbed the phone on the table. It unlocked with my face her face. I checked the calendar, the apps, her notes. Same name. My name. College class schedule, some selfies, a weird shopping list with five kinds of lipsticks… and I just knew I was her now. I was in college. My college. Just… the girl version of me? I found a pair of skinny jeans , a tank t...

This isn’t a story it’s a reality check. If you were born between 2003 and 2006, chances are you joined Facebook between 2014 and 2018. And wow, what a magical time it was! Likes flying in, comment wars, friend requests from people you barely knew, pokes (RIP pokes), and that endless feed of memes and birthday wishes. It felt like the digital dream. But here’s the thing: behind all that glitter... the monsters were watching. And not just Facebook Google’s in on it too. Yes, that Google. As an Android user, let me share a personal experience. Whenever you open an app that has access to your camera, location, or microphone, Android helpfully shows a little icon a camera, a mic, or a map symbol near the battery percentage. It’s like your phone whispering, “Hey, someone’s watching you, buddy.” And that’s great! Users should know what’s being used and when. BUT and it’s a big BUT Google’s own apps play by different rules. Apps like Chrome, YouTube, and the Google search ...

Dear Me, If this letter ever reaches you, it means you're alive and hopefully doing well. I hope life has been kind to you. I hope you’ve made it. Maybe you have a great job or your own business. Maybe you're doing something you love and getting paid well for it. I truly hope you’re successful and happy, because right now, I’m working so hard just for that version of us. Every morning, I wake up at 5:00 AM. I go to college, attend my classes, and try to focus. After that, I go to work at 10:00 AM and stay there for 7 long hours. When I get home, I study again. Sometimes, I forget to eat or just don’t feel like eating. My days are packed, and my nights are short. It’s exhausting. I’ve started drinking black coffee without sugar and strangely, I think I’ve grown to like it. Maybe because it feels like strength in a cup. I don’t have much of a life outside of this routine. My world is mostly my PC monitor, some tabs on the browser, and the sound of keys clicking while I code...

As I was mourning my wife's death, I felt extremely nervous. My wife is gone. Her last word was "Aarush" our son's name as she held my right hand with her left. I was sitting beside the bed while she lay there, weak and helpless. I said, "Don’t leave me, darling," with tears in my eyes. She smiled, and slowly, her hand slipped out of mine. She was gone. I was all alone. What a mother she was. Even in her final moment, she thought of our son. But he doesn’t care about us now. He and his family live in the city. His wife doesn’t like us either. They never say it, but their eyes show everything. I’m an old man. I don’t know how to use smartphones. I only know how to use a telephone. I remembered I had my son’s number in the cupboard. When I opened the cupboard and started searching, I accidentally knocked over some papers and a photo album. As I picked them up, I noticed a piece of paper with our son's handwriting. It said, “Best parents in the world.” He h...

After high school, we had gone our separate ways, but one evening, I finally gathered the courage to reply to one of her Instagram stories. From there, things just flowed a few exchanged reels, inside jokes, and suddenly we were friends, casually chatting like we’d known each other forever. Then one ordinary day, out of nowhere, I saw her on a local bus. For a moment, I froze she had changed, yet something about her felt the same. Her features had matured gracefully; she wasn’t just pretty, she was stunning in a quiet, effortless way. Her skin glowed with a soft, sun-kissed warmth, and though she still wore those same lame glasses, they somehow suited her better now, adding to her charm. Her voice had changed too softer, more melodious, like honey poured over warm tea. We talked about our lives, laughing gently, the years melting away between us. And just as I was beginning to forget time, my stop came. “Bye,” I said. She smiled and replied, “Bye,” and for some reason, that one word f...

My empire has never fallen. And now, as its king, I ask myself have I done enough for my people? Was I a good king? I gave my whole life to this land. When I was just 18, my father died. From Prince Alden of Miswood, I became King Alden of Brenmar. Since that day, everything changed. Now, I must lead my people into war. The war council has ended. We are going to fight. Our enemy has gone too far. They killed our men in the streets. They raped our women. Even little girls were not spared. Babies were burned alive in their homes near the border. We are strong. But so are they. No matter what happens, history will remember me. If I win, they will call me a great king who never lost a war. But if I lose, they will say I was the one who led my people to their deaths. What if I lose? They will kill our people. They will rape every woman, including my queen. My son, Prince Albert Prince of Miswood, will be executed. My palace Crystalwatch the symbol of our power and beauty, will be destroye...

It was a regular day. The sun was shining brightly, and the raindrops from the morning still rested on my mother’s leaves. Birds were singing sweet songs from the nearby tree, and the gentle wind was moving my mother, which made me sway from side to side as if I were dancing. I felt so happy. This is how I want to live forever, I thought. Mother always told me that one day I would become the most beautiful flower in the garden. She said that when that day comes, I would feel the breeze more deeply, and it would kiss my petals. I believed her. Life felt peaceful, and I was enjoying every moment of it. Then suddenly, a human came near us. He touched me with his big hand. I thought maybe he found me beautiful maybe I was finally the flower Mother talked about. I used to love humans. One kind human would come every day and pour water on us. That cool touch of water was the best feeling I had ever known. But this human felt different. He pulled me hard, and with a loud twack, I was torn fro...