Storytelling

I blinked at the ceiling. This is the third time I will be waking up before dawn. My eyes couldn't find sleep, and as I turned several times on the bed, my mind wandered into different realms. I’m frightened by the thought of tomorrow and the things that are yet…

Part 4 (I): Do you want to show composition? — This is the fourth article in a series aimed at helping people to decide which type of chart to use according to the message they are trying to show to their particular audience. The previous three articles focused on the following messages: Article 1, displaying the distribution of a single…

The Lillian E. Smith Center on Screamer Mountain is a spiritual space. It’s a patch of land with a history deeply connected with the Civil Rights Movement. It’s a space of community and bonding, a space where humanity exists amidst the turmoil and tumult at the bottom of the mountain…

I didn’t think I would enjoy it this much. Maybe I don’t need Netflix anymore… 😄 — First of all, I have been using ChatGPT from the beginning of the release for my development purposes. But I often use it for other purposes. Like… searching data, writing Jira's task board, or technical documentation. I have great faith in using it for generating non-fiction purposes. But I had…

The year was 2020 yeah, that one. I had hit a proverbial wall in my freelancing career, and I thought I could use some stability. So, while 2020 was the year most people started freelancing and working remotely, it was the year I decided to get a 9–5 job. Getting…

Anatomy of My Acronym — Read this article for free here. Use my referral link to enjoy unlimited access to Medium posts. I don’t usually participate in challenges and prompts because I often don’t get invited. Just kidding. But seriously, I don’t feel comfortable following a challenge or prompt. And I’m afraid to tag people…

…I’m sorry, the devil made me do it... This is the last sentence my father made before I put a bullet into the abode of the rod that fired the bullet of this journey… where it all began. Your father, the devil, was not there when you pounced on her…

“Mr.Avinash”, I heard someone call my name. When I stood up and had done so as eagerly as a fifth-grade student who was called to collect an award, he gave me one good look and asked, “Are you the patient?”. “Yes”, I proudly responded. “Please come in”, he said. I…

There are two kinds of impostor syndrome. There’s the one that says “I don’t deserve to be here among all these other people who are much, much more talented than I, what will they think of me” and there’s the one that says “oh no, I am doing something way…