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The Dark Footsteps !

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  Short Story - The Dark Footsteps I woke up again, hearing the sound of footsteps outside in the dark. The wind was howling, and lightning flashed across the sky, lighting up the night in quick bursts. The footsteps were soft but steady, like someone was walking slowly on the street with a tapping stick—slow and careful. It always happened at the same time, just after midnight. I had heard it for weeks, but tonight, for some reason, I couldn’t ignore it. Why did these steps always come at the same time, and where did the person go? Curiosity took over, and I pushed the blanket aside, my feet touching the cold wooden floor as I stood up. I glanced toward the small lamp flickering weakly on the table beside me. The flame was low, just barely holding onto life. I reached out and poured a little more oil into the lamp, watching as the light slowly grew brighter, casting dancing shadows on the cracked walls. The glow revealed the old, worn-down hut around me. The walls were chipped an...
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From Pebbles to Pi !

I’ve always wondered how humans started using numbers. It’s pretty amazing to think that something as simple as counting or solving mathematics problems today actually started from nothing. Early humans didn’t have numbers like we do now. Instead, they used tally marks to count things like how many sheep they owned or how many belongings they had. They seem to have used simple objects like pebbles to represent tally marks. For example, they could have placed a pebble for each of the cattle that returned back after a day of grazing. This way, they could easily track if all them were back safely. Counting these pebbles was a basic but effective way to keep track of important things like livestock, which was crucial for their survival and daily life. Over time, different civilisations came up with their own number systems.  It all seem to have started with the  natural numbers —the numbers we use to count things like  1, 2, 3 … and so on. But soon, people realised they need...
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The Curiosity !

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  The Curiosity "Why the lid rose on the kettle? 'Watt' was the matter, Rolling came the steam engine, and wheels still clatter. Birds asked, 'Come and fly, you will like the flight,' Wings surged in reply, and the 'Wrights' made it right. And an apple fell to the ground, gravity was found, 'Newton' pulled at the threads, where mysteries were crowned. A thought ignited, bending light, time was no longer straight, 'Einstein' explored the cosmos, unlocking the universe’s gate. We draw from nature, curiosity lighting our way, May its spark forever stay, revealing truth each day." - Ayaan In this poem "The Curiosity," I tried to show how curiosity has always been the driving force behind the most important discoveries and inventions. I quoted some of the greatest minds in history to help tell the story of how curiosity changed the world. In the first stanza, my poem talks about James Watt . He noticed something simple—h...
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Lost Among the Ruins !

  Short Story - Lost Among the Ruins It was a warm afternoon when we visited the old farm that had been in our family for generations. I would have been around five or six years old, though I’m not quite sure, as memories from that time are a little blurry. I walked behind as I overheard voices ahead, talking about selling off the place. The discussion had been going on for a while now, as it seemed they no longer had the time to visit it. Life in the city was so demanding, with daily chores and work filling up every moment, leaving little time for anything else, not even to visit the farm as much as they would have liked. The farm, once a symbol of family heritage, alive with lush crops and the melodies of birds, was now slowly fading into oblivion. They sighed, and I could hear the sadness in their voices as they spoke about how they might have to let it go. I wandered off a little, curious about everything around me, when I spotted an old well at the edge of the field. It was...
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The Journey of Flight !

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Have you seen a bird's flight, Undeterred by the distance and the night? Across the vast ocean it glides, No compass, no hand to guide. Look how it came from an egg, A tiny promise, a future to peg. And the beak was fed by someone who cared, Eyes couldn’t open, how she'd have dared. How harsh it felt when kicked off the nest, Alone, uncertain, yet she faced the test. Sky above was too high to seek, Her wings were new, too small, too weak. The world seemed endless, so much to learn, But their love helped wings to turn. The parents' 'hands' guided the way, Helping the bird rise, day by day. Then came the moment when she flew on her own, Leaving the nest, the world to be known. The parents watched with eyes full of pride, Knowing she’d soar, but never return to their side. - Ayaan (with guidance and love of my parents) Ayaan Siddiqui I wish to dedicate this poem to all the parents whose love, care, and guidance help their children grow and rise to fa...
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Lost in the Cosmic Silence !

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Lost in the Cosmic Silence There sat a proud man on a hilltop, Fluttering white long beard boasting all he'd got, He looked down for the 'palace' he thought he'd built, Valley showed a mere dot, his dreams quietly jilt. Running came the light, looked in a haste, Trying to find the 'end', but lost in cosmic space. And time ticked on, eternal and grand, When it started? What is the plan? Since childhood's dawn, his mind had sought, Where was he, why was he brought. Man longed for the answer, a glimpse of the whole, But found only silence, echoing his soul. - Ayaan Ayaan Siddiqui Youtube:  https://www.youtube.com/@AyaanSiddiquiOfficial Copyright © Ayaan Siddiqui Official | 2025 | All rights reserved. ⚖️  All content on this blog, including text, images, and poems, is protected by copyright law. Reproduction or redistribution of any part of this content without written permission is prohibited.
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The Mirror of Time !

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I saw an old man, so slow with a stick, Wrinkles told a story, one I couldn’t pick. I was just a child, too small to see, But I longed to follow, to know what he'd be. It appeared to me he came from far, Full of fatigue, why he had those scars? I wonder why no one was with him, His eyes were white, full of memories dim. He looked at me with a blurry hope, But slipped away in the unknown smoke. I cried and cried, but he never replied, Why he came, why was he tried? I saw him disappear, lost in the mist, And realized I too was caught in time's twist. I wished to go back where it began, Childhood days, Ah! me young man. But the road I walked was never mine to pick, It led me too far, with clock's every tick. In despair, I looked into the mirror one day, And saw the old man staring back my way. - Ayaan Ayaan Siddiqui Youtube:  https://www.youtube.com/@AyaanSiddiquiOfficial Reflection -  The Mirror of Time In The Mirror of Time , I tried to capture the feeling of looking at life...
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