Aarsh Malik

Joined October 2025

80 stories

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Poet and storyteller who believes in the quiet power of words. Sharing self-help insights, fiction, and poetry on Vocal.

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Between the Last Leaf and the First Ice
The air has changed— you can hear it before you see it. The wind moves slower now, brushing the edges of the world as if afraid to wake it.
By Aarsh Malik4 months ago in Poets
The Bridge of Silent Bells
“You said no one would be here.” “We’re early,” Noah said. “That’s kind of the point.” The fog hung low over the Vltava, thick enough to swallow sound. Even their footsteps disappeared into it. Mira shoved her hands into her coat pockets, her breath a pale cloud in front of her.
By Aarsh Malik4 months ago in Fiction
The Forest That Dreamed of Me
It started with whispers in the walls— roots humming beneath concrete, leaves brushing the edges of sleep. Something ancient was calling,
By Aarsh Malik4 months ago in Poets
The Woman at the Train Station
She waited at Platform 3 every Thursday. Same time. Same coat. Same coffee — black with one sugar, never stirred. Most people didn’t notice her.
By Aarsh Malik4 months ago in Fiction
The One That Stayed Behind
I went hunting for what I’d lost— but the trail began inside my own name. ___________** Each sound of it echoed through the valley,
By Aarsh Malik4 months ago in Poets
The Moment Between Falling and Flight
There’s always a moment before the wings remember— a quiet pause between heartbeat and horizon, where everything inside you asks,
By Aarsh Malik4 months ago in Poets
The Ones Who Hunt the Quiet
I have hunted silence through storms— followed its silver breath through fields of broken clocks and echoing rooms, believing that stillness was something I could catch
By Aarsh Malik4 months ago in Poets
Psychology of Overthinking and How It Hijacks Focus
It starts small. A single thought you should’ve let go of hours ago. But you don’t — you hold it, turn it over, try to understand it better. Then another thought shows up. Then ten more. Before you know it, it’s midnight, and you’re still in the same place, same circle, same noise.
By Aarsh Malik4 months ago in Psyche