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Kollimalai sidhars
Kollimalai, also known as Kolli Hills, is a fascinating mountain range located in the Eastern Ghats of Tamil Nadu, India. Rich in biodiversity and artistic heritage, it has charmed the imagination of locals and trippers likewise for centuries. still, what truly makes Kollimalai interesting are the mystical legends girding it, particularly those involving the Siddhas, deified mystics and yogis of ancient India. The Siddhas, known for their profound wisdom and supernatural powers, are believed to have lived in the remote and serene surroundings of Kollimalai.
vinoth kumarPublished about an hour ago in Chapters- Content WarningAI-Generated
The Final Inferno
In the quiet farming town of Maplewood, life seemed ordinary and peaceful. The streets were lined with cornfields, red barns, and houses that echoed with the laughter of families. Among them lived Liam Turner, a farmer with an unusual gift. Liam could see glimpses of the future hours before it happened—a power he kept secret, fearing the consequences of revealing such an ability.
Z.a.i.n.t.zPublished about an hour ago in Chapters - AI-Generated
The Last Defence
Chapter 1: The Alien Invasion The sky was alight with the hue of destruction. Fires raged in once-bustling cities, and the eerie glow of alien crafts cast long shadows over the devastated landscape. It had been years since the first wave of alien invaders had broken through Earth's defenses. They arrived in sleek, silent ships that seemed to slice through the very fabric of reality. Their purpose was clear: annihilation.
Z.a.i.n.t.zPublished about 3 hours ago in Chapters Interlude 02 | Aestas ¤ The Yellow Balloon
“Lilit, are you even listening anymore?” Ahmad scolded. “Ah, sorry!” the contrite Lilit jumped as she bumped up against her seatbelt. “I got a little lost in my own thoughts about clocks and history and class warfare...”
### Into the Void: An Adoration Past Limits
#### The Excursion Starts Being simply one more journeying endeavor in the far off heaps of Himachal Pradesh was assumed. For Sarah, an eager traveler from London, the excitement of investigating unfamiliar regions was the ideal getaway from her unremarkable city life. She had heard stories of the Himachal trails, their misleading ways, and stunning vistas. What she didn't expect was to wind up trapped in a snare of peril, secret, and a surprising affection.
ABHIJIT BHOWMICKPublished about 6 hours ago in ChaptersDo You Know the Benefits of Black Tea for Your Gastrointestinal Tract?
Black tea is a type of tea that is made from fresh leaves of the tea tree as raw materials and processed through a series of processes such as withering, rolling, fermentation, and drying.
Câu chuyện kịch sử Việt Nam (The history of Vietnam)
Hello everyone, welcome to the History Show, one of the articles specializing in the history of Vietnam. First, a legendary road in Vietnam that perhaps everyone knows is the Ho Chi Minh Trail. However, not everyone knows about another legendary road, a mythical road that later impressed engineers from China, Russia, and America. That road is the oil pipeline running along the Ho Chi Minh Trail, a road that the Americans could never imagine, leading them to complain that Vietnam's oil pipeline was a true legend.
nguyen huu thangPublished about 12 hours ago in ChaptersMy First Day as a Teacher
I woke up early, my heart racing with excitement and nerves. Today was the day I had been waiting for – my first day as a teacher. I had dreamed of this moment for years, and it was finally here.
Isra SaleemPublished about 12 hours ago in ChaptersPorn Again-Part Six
Continued from Part Five… True to his word, Lucky had practically rolled out the red carpet for his brother upon his return to the Big Easy. A few friends all gathered together for a late night pool party on the roof of the building. That nagging sense of melancholy began to pull at him even further. Candy...he still loved her in spite of things.
lazarusInfinityPublished about 16 hours ago in ChaptersSmartystan
“I just earned it. I have my license to my truck and want to start my business,” Fenton Sheltham said. His words flew from his mouth like gifts of diamonds. “I just want to be in a place where others excel. I know I’m just a truck driver and I want to have my own enterprise, but it’s more than that. My two boys and a girl want their daddy to be able to provide for them.” He rubbed his hands together and looked at the backs of them. The dark flesh contrasted with his palms. His gray eyes shot around the room. He felt like a champion just waiting on the judges to score his fight. In all of the ways he could have settled or given up, he rolled past all of that and excelled.
Skyler SaundersPublished about 17 hours ago in ChaptersOld Enough
I get up early cause I know Pearl will make biscuits, eggs, and crisp bacon and let me lick the warm salty lard with my fingers from the skillet once it cools off. I watch her go "mmmm, mmmm" and squeeze her lips into a smile. She starts the percolator for Paw-Paw, pours me a big glass of ice cold milk and stands over me saying, "drink it down." Pearl always makes hard things seem easy, not so good days feel okay and I wish she were my Momma. We don't look the same but if she asked me to be her child I'd be the luckiest girl alive. She pulls my fingers out of my mouth, " you get worms now, hear me?" I most definitely don't want worms so I am really trying to stop chewing my nails. Pearl's nails are always clean, trimmed, with a clear, shiny gloss. Her lips are full, ripe, like a fresh dark purple plum. She has fine teeth, big hazel eyes and wears tiny gold studs in each earlobe. I want earrings, but the thought of a needle being pushed though my ear doesn't sound like it's worth the trouble, at least right now. I would like some tap shoes though. Pearl laughs when I tell her about my dancing dreams. She says I have happy feet cause I am wiggling my toes all the time. When Paw-Paw goes out on the porch to smoke his pipe I always show him my latest moves. After breakfast, Pearl starts washing our sheets and says there is a dust bunny under my bed. I don't want to look. I scare myself enough just looking at hobos. Anyway, back to the railroad. Just can't help myself. I don't curse, smoke, steal or commit sins that I know of, but I can tell you right here and right now, hobos teach and preach more than any one body needs. I confess I became on friendly terms with a man named Hank. He'd wave and say, " Hey, May! Keep smilin' kiddo!" and he'd sometimes be laying in the shade right calm when I snuck up to see him. He always looked sad just before he caught sight of me. Soon as my big trap started jabbering he'd change like a chameleon. That is, he'd try to make life seem so fine. I new he was hungry. I started taking biscuits on the days I figured he'd be around and he was always obliged. Just like the song, Mr. Bojangles, I began to show off my dancing moves to cheer ole Hank up. How is it we just know someone isn't happy? He laughed and smiled; in my mind he had a harmonica or some groovy steps he'd show me, but he never did. When the rest of the jumpers, as he referred to his fellow train hopping hobos as, came around he'd shoo me off. He told me in a kind, yet tough way to go on home. Where Hank went I never knew; in my heart I liked to hold it was somewhere much better than the hard ass dirt he slept on, full of God only knows what, and lonesome nights with an empty belly and mosquitos. Back home, I'm hosed down. Pearl gives me a hard stare; I am guessing she is guessing where the heck I've been. I am full of cockleburs, red from the sun. She leaves Paw-Paw and me my favourite, whipped cream and orange jello. I always hug her when she heads back to the place she calls home; I will make sure that this summer I follow Pearl like a cat stalks, curious that is, not aiming to find trouble. Late, when Paw-Paw is loving his heap of second helpings from supper, I ease out from my bedroom and stand right in front of the late night news. Paw-Paw's old Grandpa eyes widen and I start dancing; I pretend to tap dance and point my toes toward the ceiling fan, clap my hands and fall onto the thick, Persian patterned carpet. Paw-Paw laughs with his belly bouncing. I guess for now, summer is getting off to a good start. I slink down the long hallway and slither into bed. I wonder where Hank is now; Memphis, Baton Rouge, New Orleans? By now, hobos, I mean, jumpers, could be anywhere. I say out loud as if I am praying, "Goodnight jumper Hank; goodnight Pearl". I wiggle my toes one more time, roll over toward the moon shining through my window and smile.
## An Adoration Past Time: The Phenomenal Story of Amelia and Evan
😊Presentation In a curious town settled between moving slopes and thick backwoods, a phenomenal romantic tale unfurled, opposing the limits of time. This is the story of Amelia and Evan, whose adoration rose above many years, making due despite everything and advising us that a few bonds are genuinely timeless.
ABHIJIT BHOWMICKPublished about 22 hours ago in Chapters