B-ON-DD Silence we archive the Unspoken
Welcome to B-ON-DD
Founder's Note
B-ON-DD stands for Bringing ON Diverse Discourses. The name itself explains the idea of B-ON-DD. It was started with a thought to provide a platform for the writing enthusiasts. A platform that is not confined to a particular form or genre of writing. B-ON-DD is taking its baby steps to conquer diverse domains of writing.
Saurya Nayak
Founder & CEO, B-ON-DD
Our Community
At B-ON-DD, we believe that building a strong and supportive community is key to our success. That's why we've created a platform that puts writers and readers first, and fosters a sense of belonging and connection.
Our Features
At B-ON-DD our aim is to create a home for the writers to showcase their creativity in various forms and for readers to wander in.
Think of it as your literary home-where you get back to everytime the spark within you sets in to write and weave your words.
B-ON-DD Contests !
Winners for Word of the Month Challenge (WMC)
Biswayan Ghosh
Biswayan Ghosh
Biswayan Ghosh
Purpose = f(Hope, Promises)
Hope was but a timid friend,
Only thing which said, “this is not the end.”
Pain may whisper, but hope will shout,
Even in silence, its echo rings loud.
Through tangled storms, it finds its way,
Under the weight of night, it holds my day.
Rising from ruins, it teaches to stay,
Never fading, it lights the gray.
Shining softly, guiding through the haze.
Promises whispered in the quiet night.
Always brave, it sparks the fight,
Illuminating paths with gentle might.
Never yielding, hope stays in sight.
In every heart, it plants a seed,
Nurturing dreams to grow and lead,
Turning trials into strength indeed,
Opening hearts to all that they need.
Persistent whispers of tomorrow’s light,
Unfold within the soul so bright.
Reaching beyond each shadowed shore,
Pouring courage to dream once more.
Offering grace when fears arise,
Steady and sure beneath the skies.
Endless, it breathes…our true purpose lies.
*Note: After you finish reading the poem, read the first alphabet of each line (Exclude the title of the poem). I promise there is something new.
Somreddhi Roy
Biswayan Ghosh
Biswayan Ghosh
HOPE (a microtale)
Rain whispered against rusted tracks as Aarav stood under the broken lamppost, Meera’s letter trembling in his hand-“If I don’t return, wait by the yard. Hope will find you.” The city slept, but his heart raced. A faint jingle of anklets approached. Meera emerged from the mist, drenched and terrified. “They know, Aarav. Your father--- he’s behind it all.” Before he could speak, a black SUV screeched nearby. She pressed a cold metal key into his plam. “This unlocks the truth,” she gasped. Headlights flared, a gun fired---she was shot, Aarav broke down taking her in his arms, she left, leaving only the key----and a lingering HOPE.
Aarav reread Meera’s trembling words-“If I don’t return, wait. Hope will find you.” When her anklets chimed through the fog, relief flooded him. Hours later, police sirens wailed as Aarav unlocked his father’s secret vault. Inside, flickering monitors showed Meera---alive, chained and whispering “Don’t lose hope.” Aarav’s father’s voice echoed behind him, calm and cruel.”She never existed, son.”