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Cabin Crew often play a game on board the aircraft - who is the hottest passenger? More commonly known as "Best On Board" or B.O.B. It helps us pass the time away through long flights or multiple sectors. You could have been awarded the Best on Board prize without even knowing it!But what happens when the connection feels strong with a B.O.B? Should a crew member ever try to date a passenger? Or is that crossing a line?Hear the true story of one crew member's experience with a B.O.B, turned into a short rom com style audio story for The Red Eye.Music Credits for Best On BoardParisian Cafe - Aaron KennyVaquero Perdido - The Mini VandalsSound Effects by freesound_community from Pixabay  Sound Design by Ally MurphySend us a text! If you'd like a reply, please leave an email or numberWe would really appreciate it if you take 1 minute to leave a quick review. It really helps our podcast become more visible on all the platforms so we can reach more people! Thank you.Support the showThe Red Eye Podcast is written by Kaylie Kay, and produced and narrated by Ally Murphy.To subscribe to the monthly newsletter and keep up to date with news, visit www.theredeyepod.com. Or find us on Facebook, YouTube, TikTok & Instagram @theredeyepod, for behind the scenes stories and those funny short stories that only take a minute or less!If you'd like to support the podcast you can "buy us a beer" and subscribe at https://www.buzzsprout.com/2310053/support, we'd be happy to give you a shout out on our newsletter!Ally Murphy is a former flight attendant, and a British voice over artist based in the USA, visit www.allymurphy.co.ukKaylie Kay is a flight attendant and author based in the UK. You can find more of her work at www.kayliekaywrites.comTo buy The Red Eye's first book click on the following links:Amazon UKAmazon USABarnes and NobleOther E Book Platforms

This week's guest on The Publisher Podcast is Gemma Ware, Head of Audio at The Conversation UK. She joined as the publication was launching in the UK as Education Editor, but soon spotted an opportunity to develop a podcast offering. Over the years, The Conversation's podcasts have grown in sophistication, earning them two trophies at last year's Publisher Podcast Awards. Gemma takes us through their journey in audio, from early experiments in monthly shows to the full portfolio of limited series on a wide range of topics, as well as their weekly show. She also explains what they've learned about podcast best practice, how they put together narrative shows, and what podcast success looks like for The Conversation as a nonprofit. Read the key takeaways from this interview, find our weekly newsletter and more on voices.media

Susan had a mare this month, when she was due back to the hotel for crew check out, and an unexpected catastrophe puts her at risk of a no show and tea and no biscuits chat!Susan's monthly blogs are based on experiences of our creators, giving a short insight into the daily lives of cabin crew!For full episodes of The Red Eye, where we take the true stories of cabin crew, pilots and passengers and turn it into an immersive audio story, check out the rest of our episodes!Send us a text! If you'd like a reply, please leave an email or numberWe would really appreciate it if you take 1 minute to leave a quick review. It really helps our podcast become more visible on all the platforms so we can reach more people! Thank you.Support the showThe Red Eye Podcast is written by Kaylie Kay, and produced and narrated by Ally Murphy.To subscribe to the monthly newsletter and keep up to date with news, visit www.theredeyepod.com. Or find us on Facebook, YouTube, TikTok & Instagram @theredeyepod, for behind the scenes stories and those funny short stories that only take a minute or less!If you'd like to support the podcast you can "buy us a beer" and subscribe at https://www.buzzsprout.com/2310053/support, we'd be happy to give you a shout out on our newsletter!Ally Murphy is a former flight attendant, and a British voice over artist based in the USA, visit www.allymurphy.co.ukKaylie Kay is a flight attendant and author based in the UK. You can find more of her work at www.kayliekaywrites.comTo buy The Red Eye's first book click on the following links:Amazon UKAmazon USABarnes and NobleOther E Book Platforms

Fluent Fiction - Hebrew: Forbidden Caves and Secret Adventures: A Risky Beach Escape Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/he/episode/2026-05-26-07-38-19-he Story Transcript:He: אור הירח נשפך על החוף כמו שמיכה שקטה של אור קסום.En: The moonlight spilled over the beach like a quiet blanket of magical light.He: החול הזהוב התחמם מעט תחת קרני השמש האביבית.En: The golden sand warmed a bit under the rays of the spring sun.He: תלמידי הכיתה אספו צדפים וסחררו במי הגלים הנעימים.En: The students of the class collected shells and swirled in the pleasant ocean waves.He: זו הייתה טיול שנתי מושלם, אבל לא בשביל עמית.En: It was a perfect annual trip, but not for Amit.He: עמית הביט לכיוון קצה החוף, אל הקבוצה הצעירה של סלעים אפלים ומסתוריים.En: Amit looked towards the edge of the beach, at the young group of dark and mysterious rocks.He: הוא זכר את סיפוריהם של תלמידים ותיקים שהעבירו מידע על מערה נסתרת, מפתיעה ומסתורית.En: He remembered the stories of older students who passed down information about a hidden, surprising, and mysterious cave.He: הטיול הרשמי אולי הביא אותם לכאן, אבל מחשבותיו היו במקום אחר.En: The official trip may have brought them here, but his thoughts were elsewhere.He: ליאור, חברו הנאמן, עמד לצדו.En: Lior, his faithful friend, stood by his side.He: "עמית, על מה אתה חושב?En: "Amit, what are you thinking about?"He: " שאל ליאור בחשש קל, כשזיהה את הברק הסקרני בעיני חברו.En: Lior asked with slight concern, noticing the curious sparkle in his friend's eyes.He: "אנחנו חייבים לבדוק את המערה הזו," השיב עמית.En: "We have to check out that cave," Amit replied.He: "היא חייבת להיות מדהימה!En: "It must be amazing!"He: ""אבל המורה אמרה שזה מחוץ לתחום," ליאור ניסה להזכיר לו.En: "But the teacher said it's off-limits," Lior tried to remind him.He: הוא תמיד העדיף להישאר על פי החוקים.En: He always preferred to stay within the rules.He: עמית חייך והניח יד על כתפו של ליאור.En: Amit smiled and placed a hand on Lior's shoulder.He: "ליאור, תחשוב על זה כעל הרפתקה.En: "Lior, think of it as an adventure.He: ואם נלך יחד, זה יהיה בטיחותי יותר.En: And if we go together, it will be safer.He: אני מבטיח שנחזור לפני שישימו לב.En: I promise we'll be back before anyone notices."He: "ליאור התלבט, אבל הסקרנות המשותפת וההבטחה לחוויה בלתי נשכחת הכריעו.En: Lior hesitated, but the shared curiosity and the promise of an unforgettable experience won him over.He: הם התגנבו בקפידה מהקבוצה, כשהם עוקפים את הסלעים.En: They carefully snuck away from the group, skirting around the rocks.He: כאשר הם נכנסו למערה, עמית התענג על הצללים המסתוריים וההד הדק שבקע מכל צעד.En: As they entered the cave, Amit delighted in the mysterious shadows and the faint echo that emanated with each step.He: ליאור הביט בספקנות סביבו, אבל גם התחיל להרגיש את רטט הריגוש.En: Lior looked around skeptically, but he also began to feel the thrill of excitement.He: פתאום, רחש הגלים התעצם.En: Suddenly, the sound of the waves intensified.He: גאות נכנסה, והחלה להציף את רצפת המערה.En: The tide came in, starting to flood the cave floor.He: עמית וליאור הביטו אחד בשני בבהלה.En: Amit and Lior looked at each other in alarm.He: הם מיהרו לחזור אל הפתח.En: They rushed back to the entrance.He: המים העניקו להם דחיפות מחודשת.En: The water gave them renewed urgency.He: בתנועות מהירות וזוהרות, הם הצליחו לצאת מהמערה כשמי הים רק נוגעים ברגליהם.En: With quick and gleaming movements, they managed to escape the cave with the sea water only touching their feet.He: הם עצרו לרגע כדי להסדיר את נשימתם המהירה, מחוקקים בצחוק משותף את הפחד שהצטבר.En: They paused for a moment to catch their rapid breaths, sharing a laugh to dispel the accumulated fear.He: כשחזרו לקבוצה, עם חיוך רחב ומשותף, עמית אמר, "חוקים הם דבר חשוב.En: When they returned to the group, with a wide shared smile, Amit said, "Rules are important."He: "ליאור הנהן, "ולפעמים כדאי גם להתגבר על הפחדים ולנסות דברים חדשים.En: Lior nodded, "And sometimes it's worth overcoming fears and trying new things."He: "עמית וליאור התחילו לראות את הדברים אחרת.En: Amit and Lior began to see things differently.He: עמית התחיל להעריך את חשיבות המגבלות והאמון, בעוד ליאור גילה שהוא יכול לפעמים להעז ולגלות עולמות חדשים.En: Amit started to appreciate the importance of limits and trust, while Lior discovered that he can occasionally dare and explore new worlds.He: טיפת החול האחרונה נפלה מגרביהם כשהצטרפו לחבריהם, והסוד המשותף שלהם נשאר כזיכרון מתוק של הרפתקה מסוכנת ומלכדת.En: The last grain of sand fell from their socks as they rejoined their friends, and their shared secret remained as a sweet memory of a dangerous and bonding adventure. Vocabulary Words:moonlight: אור הירחspilled: נשפךblanket: שמיכהmagical: קסוםwarmed: התחמםrays: קרניcollected: אספוpleasant: נעימיםmysterious: מסתורייםcave: מערהfaithful: נאמןconcern: חששcurious: סקרניoff-limits: מחוץ לתחוםadventure: הרפתקהsafer: בטיחותי יותרsneak: התגנבוskirting: עוקפיםshadows: צלליםthrill: ריגושsuddenly: פתאוםintensified: התעצםtide: גאותflood: להציףurgent: דחיפות מחודשתescape: לצאתgleaming: זוהרותbreathe: נשימהaccumulated: הצטברappreciate: להעריךBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/fluent-fiction-hebrew--5818690/support.

What happens on a layover - rarely stays there!When a crew have a crazy Christmas trip, far away from home, they think that their antics stay just between them... But they forget that the cameras are always watching, and everyone knows who the cabin crew are and who they work for!Find out what happened on this outrageous trip to the Far East in the latest episode of The Red Eye - where we turn the true stories of the lives of flight attendants, pilots and their passengers into fun, fictional short audio stories.Music Credits for Caught on CCTVAddict (Instrumental) – NEFFEXLonely Man – Alex HamlinSound Effects by freesound_community from Pixabay  Sound Design by Ally MurphySend us a text! If you'd like a reply, please leave an email or numberWe would really appreciate it if you take 1 minute to leave a quick review. It really helps our podcast become more visible on all the platforms so we can reach more people! Thank you.Support the showThe Red Eye Podcast is written by Kaylie Kay, and produced and narrated by Ally Murphy.To subscribe to the monthly newsletter and keep up to date with news, visit www.theredeyepod.com. Or find us on Facebook, YouTube, TikTok & Instagram @theredeyepod, for behind the scenes stories and those funny short stories that only take a minute or less!If you'd like to support the podcast you can "buy us a beer" and subscribe at https://www.buzzsprout.com/2310053/support, we'd be happy to give you a shout out on our newsletter!Ally Murphy is a former flight attendant, and a British voice over artist based in the USA, visit www.allymurphy.co.ukKaylie Kay is a flight attendant and author based in the UK. You can find more of her work at www.kayliekaywrites.comTo buy The Red Eye's first book click on the following links:Amazon UKAmazon USABarnes and NobleOther E Book Platforms

Cabin Crew who become parents often take an extended leave to spend time with their babies before they leave them for the skies once more. And if you have children soon after each other you can sometimes end up with years on the ground.When you finally get back in the skies it can be a little overwhelming! But you're often grateful for the rest in a hotel, a hot bath with no disruptions and a full night sleep. Feeling like yourself again!That is, until you end up on the mother of all flights, with everything going wrong that possibly could! Then you could end up asking yourself - are kids easier than passengers?!Listen to this true story of a mother who returns to the skies, only to find out that 2 children under the age of 3 are easier than a planeful of adult passengers!Music Credits for Mother of all MayhemAirline - National SweetheartSound Effects by freesound_community from Pixabay  Sound Design by Ally MurphySend us a text! If you'd like a reply, please leave an email or numberWe would really appreciate it if you take 1 minute to leave a quick review. It really helps our podcast become more visible on all the platforms so we can reach more people! Thank you.Support the showThe Red Eye Podcast is written by Kaylie Kay, and produced and narrated by Ally Murphy.To subscribe to the monthly newsletter and keep up to date with news, visit www.theredeyepod.com. Or find us on Facebook, YouTube, TikTok & Instagram @theredeyepod, for behind the scenes stories and those funny short stories that only take a minute or less!If you'd like to support the podcast you can "buy us a beer" and subscribe at https://www.buzzsprout.com/2310053/support, we'd be happy to give you a shout out on our newsletter!Ally Murphy is a former flight attendant, and a British voice over artist based in the USA, visit www.allymurphy.co.ukKaylie Kay is a flight attendant and author based in the UK. You can find more of her work at www.kayliekaywrites.comTo buy The Red Eye's first book click on the following links:Amazon UKAmazon USABarnes and NobleOther E Book Platforms

Alone in a new city, is it inviting danger?Visiting a new destination is exciting for cabin crew, we can often grow tired of flying to the same cities over and over again. And whilst those cities can provide a familiarity that is comforting, it feels like an adventure when you get to experience somewhere new. But sometimes we take the air of familiarity with us into situation where we should probably be a little more guarded.In today's episode of The Red Eye podcast, we hear the true story of a crew member that flew to Manila and was excited to explore. But he made a few choices that led him to fearing for his life, and dealing with the trauma afterwards.If you like real life stories, turned into a half hour fictional style audiobook, then listen to this latest episode of The Red Eye.Music Credits for Stranger DangerSoaring - The Grey Room _ Golden PalmsPerfect Strangers Things - Ezra LippI Am a Man Who Will Fight for Your Honor - Chris ZabriskieSound Effect by Nusret Albayrak from PixabaySound Effect by Spin Opel from PixabaySound Effect by Universfield from PixabaySound Effect by Send us a text! If you'd like a reply, please leave an email or numberWe would really appreciate it if you take 1 minute to leave a quick review. It really helps our podcast become more visible on all the platforms so we can reach more people! Thank you.Support the showThe Red Eye Podcast is written by Kaylie Kay, and produced and narrated by Ally Murphy.To subscribe to the monthly newsletter and keep up to date with news, visit www.theredeyepod.com. Or find us on Facebook, YouTube, TikTok & Instagram @theredeyepod, for behind the scenes stories and those funny short stories that only take a minute or less!If you'd like to support the podcast you can "buy us a beer" and subscribe at https://www.buzzsprout.com/2310053/support, we'd be happy to give you a shout out on our newsletter!Ally Murphy is a former flight attendant, and a British voice over artist based in the USA, visit www.allymurphy.co.ukKaylie Kay is a flight attendant and author based in the UK. You can find more of her work at www.kayliekaywrites.comTo buy The Red Eye's first book click on the following links:Amazon UKAmazon USABarnes and NobleOther E Book Platforms

Here's a heartfelt funny and tender story of growing up with less but dreaming big. Of getting an unexpected bounty but making enemies in return. What prized possession did you guard zealously as a kid?---------------------------------------यह एक दिल को छू लेने वाली, मज़ेदार कहानी है, जिसमे एक अप्रत्याशित इनाम मिलता है तो कुछ दुश्मन भी साथ मिलते हैं। बचपन में वह कौन सी अनमोल चीज़ थी जिसे आप पूरी हिफ़ाज़त से रखते थे ?

In this months blog from Susan, we hear how she makes the most of it, no matter what might go wrong! Because in aviation, something always will go a bit off plan, and as cabin crew you need to be able to go with the flow! And who knows what sliding door moments are happening when it all appears to be going wrong!Send us a text! If you'd like a reply, please leave an email or numberWe would really appreciate it if you take 1 minute to leave a quick review. It really helps our podcast become more visible on all the platforms so we can reach more people! Thank you.Support the showThe Red Eye Podcast is written by Kaylie Kay, and produced and narrated by Ally Murphy.To subscribe to the monthly newsletter and keep up to date with news, visit www.theredeyepod.com. Or find us on Facebook, YouTube, TikTok & Instagram @theredeyepod, for behind the scenes stories and those funny short stories that only take a minute or less!If you'd like to support the podcast you can "buy us a beer" and subscribe at https://www.buzzsprout.com/2310053/support, we'd be happy to give you a shout out on our newsletter!Ally Murphy is a former flight attendant, and a British voice over artist based in the USA, visit www.allymurphy.co.ukKaylie Kay is a flight attendant and author based in the UK. You can find more of her work at www.kayliekaywrites.comTo buy The Red Eye's first book click on the following links:Amazon UKAmazon USABarnes and NobleOther E Book Platforms

CRUISE TO MARS | THREE DUCKS ON A JOURNEY Mama duck had two daughters, and she loved taking them on trips to faraway places. The two ducklings had few friends, but they often went out and about. They played in the farmyard pretending to be a group, and even on their birthday, they ate the big cake all by themselves. As a gift, Mama decided to take them on a cruise to Mars. She organized the trip on a spaceship for tourists, got tickets for an intergalactic Martian party, and departure as soon as possible — before you could say "quack quack." While all three of them were in the yard ready for the trip, they saw a strange object flying low over the farm. Landing on the ground, a small square figure appeared at a hatch and said: "Excuse me, are you the ones with three tickets to Mars and three for the intergalactic party?" The ducklings looked at each other in amazement. They had never seen a square creature before — square head, square eyes, even the smile seemed square. "Yes, that's us!" replied Mama duck. "Quack! Quack! Quack!" chimed the ducklings in chorus, hopping with excitement. "Please, come aboard," said the Martian with a little squared bow. "The journey to Mars is about to begin." And in one leap they boarded the spaceship, so curious and excited for this new adventure. The strange vehicle took off as fast as a gust of wind. In space, it was rush hour. The spaceship found itself in a queue, and the Martian pilot honked the horn: "Bleep, bleep!" He leaned out the window and grumbled: "It's getting harder and harder to travel! Look at that, there's even a playful little planet spinning around on itself like it's a carousel! Oh, what fun — move over, let me pass, and keep on playing!" Due to the cosmic traffic jam, the spaceship landed on Mars slightly behind schedule. "How wonderful!" exclaimed the ducklings when they saw a ship made entirely of glass, ready for the cruise, where they were invited to come aboard. There was a great bustle of small square Martians. "Good morning, Mrs. Duck, please make yourself comfortable!" they said with a bow, while the ducklings — quack, quack, quack — chattered and hopped about happily. In the background, square guitars played Interplanetary Rock. The three travelers, with their little faces pressed against the windows, gazed in wonder at the red color of the planet. The ship set off slowly across the sand, but suddenly the engines began to roar and up, toward the top of a mountain, then down over the red rocks — it felt like being on a roller coaster, up and down, up and down. Then it would settle again and slowly cross immense valleys. "What a strange sight! What a strange vehicle that travels over rocks and sand!" the tourists commented. The hours passed amid wonders and discoveries. Time flew by. Evening came. On the Martian ship, Mama duck and the ducklings showed up all dressed up, with bows and ribbons, for the intergalactic birthday party. The waiters danced, offered their arms to the tourists, and served to the sound of Rock music. Small Martians approached the ducklings and, showering them with compliments, hopping and dancing, played with them. The party had begun. "Everything here is square — the glasses, the bottles!" the ducks whispered to each other. The sweet treats were salty, the salty ones were sweet, the cake was... well, well, what kind of world is this! The balloons with "Happy Birthday" written on them were — guess what — square. The evening was coming to an end and fireworks lit up the sky to celebrate the tourists... and they were square too. "How kind and lovely these Martians are!" said Mama duck, and continued: "We made it to Mars, we've seen what there was to see, we've had our fun. Now let's think about going back to Earth." Suddenly, the ship commander's voice announced the imminent arrival of a spaceship for the return trip. The three ducks couldn't wait. They said their goodbyes and, crossing a connecting bridge, stepped directly into the spaceship. And down, toward their planet. Watching the tourists depart through the ship's windows, the Martians in their waiter uniforms launched dozens of colorful balloons into space. In the universe, under a starry sky, satellites wandered around the spaceship. Venus shone in the distance, and the Moon, ever closer, smiled with her full face. Arriving back on Earth, all three stepped down onto the farmyard, happy. Square balloons with "Happy Birthday" written on them floated in the air. What a surprise! This is certainly the work of the Martians. And by telling everyone about their galactic adventure, the two ducklings made lots of friends. Everyone wanted to hear about their trip to Mars. Our planet may be round, may be big, may be small, may be beautiful, and it will always be our home. — Written by Lucia & Marco CiappelliStoriesottolestelle.com | MarcoCiappelli.com Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

The Upside-Down Garden of Boboli Stories Under the Stars — Lucia & Marco Ciappelli Within the walls of the city of Florence there is a marvellous garden. Little pathways through the green, bordered by pools and fountains. Broad stairways that, climbed with eyes turned to the sky, give the illusion of being able to touch it. This is the beauty that everyone can see and admire. Beneath lies an unknown kingdom that only those with imagination can discover. A gentle slope on the right-hand side leads to the Buontalenti Grotto, from which a deep underground passage opens, leading to a mysterious world. The roots of the trees from the garden above grow and blossom, reforming upside down, as if through a mirror. Among the branches, nests of flying fish. Birds that glide across the smooth water among the water lilies. A pear tree and an apple tree, leaning against a bench, chat about this and that, nibbling toasted pistachios, while the bees seated beneath a pergola of strawberries play a gentle jazz melody fragrant with lavender. Sprays of water, now and again, bathe meadows and plants in the light of the setting sun. Suddenly a little waterfall, fed by a small river, accelerating, opens wide. In an instant, a tree-lined avenue takes shape, rising upwards, pointing the way to follow. In this unspoilt kingdom, untouched by human hands, nothing is impossible. At the top of the path, a great opening above the stairways in the garden of Boboli, which reappears with all its wonders and its history. High above, as if nothing were the matter, a mantle of deep starlit blue enfolds Florence in a warm summer night. — Written by Lucia & Marco CiappelliStoriesottolestelle.com | MarcoCiappelli.com Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Have you ever had to deal with something you're absolutely not trained for?When you're 38,000ft in the air, the cabin crew member is the one person everyone turns to to deal with an issue. Most of the time we're trained for it! Fire in the cabin? We trained for that! Violent passenger? We trained for that! Medical emergency? We trained for that! Mental health emergency? Oh boy... not really trained for that!People from all walks of life board that plane, so once in a while the crew are expected to deal with a situation that they're not fully trained for. But as they are usually the type of person who just wants to help, no matter what, they will jump on in and hope they do the right thing.In today's episode of The Red Eye podcast, we tell the stories of the true events that happened to our host and producer, Ally. Who happened to be the person left to deal with 2 separate mental health crises, and wasn't the type of person who would turn her back just because they aren't completely sure what to do.Send us a text! If you'd like a reply, please leave an email or numberWe would really appreciate it if you take 1 minute to leave a quick review. It really helps our podcast become more visible on all the platforms so we can reach more people! Thank you.Support the showThe Red Eye Podcast is written by Kaylie Kay, and produced and narrated by Ally Murphy.To subscribe to the monthly newsletter and keep up to date with news, visit www.theredeyepod.com. Or find us on Facebook, YouTube, TikTok & Instagram @theredeyepod, for behind the scenes stories and those funny short stories that only take a minute or less!If you'd like to support the podcast you can "buy us a beer" and subscribe at https://www.buzzsprout.com/2310053/support, we'd be happy to give you a shout out on our newsletter!Ally Murphy is a former flight attendant, and a British voice over artist based in the USA, visit www.allymurphy.co.ukKaylie Kay is a flight attendant and author based in the UK. You can find more of her work at www.kayliekaywrites.comTo buy The Red Eye's first book click on the following links:Amazon UKAmazon USABarnes and NobleOther E Book Platforms

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Cabin crew stay in so many hotels that sometimes we forget which one we're at that day. Sometimes we even forget which destination we've flown to, waking up in a bed and having to think really hard about what you did the day before to discover which country or city you are in!But what if you're out and about on your layover and need to get back to the hotel, and you forget the name. You're lost. And at 3am in Boston, that's not a good situation to be in.Well this happened, and you can listen to this true story, told as a short audiobook on the latest episode of The Red Eye.If you like tales about funny flight attendants, nights out gne wrong or the world of aviation - this is for you!Music Credits for Hotel on the HillIntrospective Taal - Aakash GandhiSound Effects by freesound_community from Pixabay  Sound Design by Ally MurphySend us a text! If you'd like a reply, please leave an email or numberWe would really appreciate it if you take 1 minute to leave a quick review. It really helps our podcast become more visible on all the platforms so we can reach more people! Thank you.Support the showThe Red Eye Podcast is written by Kaylie Kay, and produced and narrated by Ally Murphy.To subscribe to the monthly newsletter and keep up to date with news, visit www.theredeyepod.com. Or find us on Facebook, YouTube, TikTok & Instagram @theredeyepod, for behind the scenes stories and those funny short stories that only take a minute or less!If you'd like to support the podcast you can "buy us a beer" and subscribe at https://www.buzzsprout.com/2310053/support, we'd be happy to give you a shout out on our newsletter!Ally Murphy is a former flight attendant, and a British voice over artist based in the USA, visit www.allymurphy.co.ukKaylie Kay is a flight attendant and author based in the UK. You can find more of her work at www.kayliekaywrites.comTo buy The Red Eye's first book click on the following links:Amazon UKAmazon USABarnes and NobleOther E Book Platforms

When Shekhar Joshi's collection of stories, “Kosi Ka Ghatwar' came out in 1958, even he would not have imagined the fame and acclaim that the title story got him. It has since come to be considered a classic in Hindi literature. A tender story of love, compassion, loneliness and caring, Kosi Ka Ghatwar is set in Uttarakhand and is rich with references to life there. The ghat is a flour mill that runs on water. This is where the story unfolds. The river is drying up, the characters are lonely, there is poverty and grief…and yet there is amidst all this the possibility of tenderness. Do listen to this story and share with me what according to you made this story a classic. जब शेखर जोशी का कथा संग्रह “कोसी का घाटवार” 1958 में प्रकाशित हुआ, तब उन्होंने भी कल्पना नहीं की होगी कि शीर्षक कथा उन्हें इतनी प्रसिद्धि और प्रशंसा दिलाएगी। तब से यह हिंदी साहित्य की एक उत्कृष्ट कृति मानी जाती है। प्रेम, करुणा, अकेलापन और स्नेह की कोमल भावनाओं से भरी “कोसी का घाटवार” उत्तराखंड में रची गई है और वहाँ के जीवन के छोटे- बड़े संदर्भों से समृद्ध है। पानी से चलने वाली आटा चक्की (घट) कहलाती है। इस कहानी की शुरुआत यहीं होती है। नदी सूख रही है, पात्र अकेले हैं, गरीबी और दुःख व्याप्त है…और फिर भी इन सबके बीच कोमलता की संभावना छिपी है। कृपया इस कहानी को सुनें और मुझे बताएं कि आपके अनुसार ऐसा क्या है इस कहानी में जो इसे उत्कृष्ट बनती है। 

The world of cabin crew influencers can be a very glamourous. But keeping up with the hype can be a full time job in itself.When Cara is desperate to keep her influencer boyfriend interested in her on a trip, she resorts to breaking some very big rules that flight attendants must adhere. No passengers in the crew rest area, and no joining the mile high club on duty...Hear this true story, told as a short audiobook to protect the identities of those involved!Music Credits for Mile High MistakeLounge Summer Fashion - Music by ONALDIN_Music from PixabaySound Effects by freesound_community from Pixabay  Sound Design by Ally MurphySend us a text! If you'd like a reply, please leave an email or numberWe would really appreciate it if you take 1 minute to leave a quick review. It really helps our podcast become more visible on all the platforms so we can reach more people! Thank you.Support the showThe Red Eye Podcast is written by Kaylie Kay, and produced and narrated by Ally Murphy.To subscribe to the monthly newsletter and keep up to date with news, visit www.theredeyepod.com. Or find us on Facebook, YouTube, TikTok & Instagram @theredeyepod, for behind the scenes stories and those funny short stories that only take a minute or less!If you'd like to support the podcast you can "buy us a beer" and subscribe at https://www.buzzsprout.com/2310053/support, we'd be happy to give you a shout out on our newsletter!Ally Murphy is a former flight attendant, and a British voice over artist based in the USA, visit www.allymurphy.co.ukKaylie Kay is a flight attendant and author based in the UK. You can find more of her work at www.kayliekaywrites.comTo buy The Red Eye's first book click on the following links:Amazon UKAmazon USABarnes and NobleOther E Book Platforms

Legendary stories are rife in the aviation industry. Tales of mischief, and "can you believe that?!" moments.Today's story is one of those legends. The story of a room party so wild that a sofa was thrown out of the window in a hotel in Johannesburg, after a night of drinking by the cabin crew. Or did it really happen that way?We got the full true story, from somebody who was on that very trip! Enjoy a little escape into the crazy life of flight attendants with this true story, told as a short audiobook.Music Credits for The Sofa that SlippedAirline - National SweetheartSound Effects by freesound_community from Pixabay  Sound Design by Ally MurphySend us a text! If you'd like a reply, please leave an email or numberWe would really appreciate it if you take 1 minute to leave a quick review. It really helps our podcast become more visible on all the platforms so we can reach more people! Thank you.Support the showThe Red Eye Podcast is written by Kaylie Kay, and produced and narrated by Ally Murphy.To subscribe to the monthly newsletter and keep up to date with news, visit www.theredeyepod.com. Or find us on Facebook, YouTube, TikTok & Instagram @theredeyepod, for behind the scenes stories and those funny short stories that only take a minute or less!If you'd like to support the podcast you can "buy us a beer" and subscribe at https://www.buzzsprout.com/2310053/support, we'd be happy to give you a shout out on our newsletter!Ally Murphy is a former flight attendant, and a British voice over artist based in the USA, visit www.allymurphy.co.ukKaylie Kay is a flight attendant and author based in the UK. You can find more of her work at www.kayliekaywrites.comTo buy The Red Eye's first book click on the following links:Amazon UK Amazon USABarnes and Noble Other E Book Platforms

Sometimes I have big ideas to spend the weekend writing all of the stories I have not yet written. Other times, I send out the WTJU version as the podcast because I want to get the next week started and that work is already done. Which is it this week? You'll have to just listen or catch-up with the following stories: * Budget preparation is underway in Albemarle County and speakers at a first public hearing asked for more funding for affordable housing while others want to renegotiate a revenue-sharing agreement (read the story)* Albemarle Supervisors briefed on next steps for zoning changes (read the story)* Rezoning request for 153 units on Rio Road sails past Albemarle Planning Commission (Read at C-Ville Weekly)* The Albemarle Planning Commission also recommends more homes at the North Pointe development near the airport (story not published yet)* City Council briefed on CRHA's plans for a new generation of Westhaven housing (Read at C-Ville Weekly)* Albemarle supes delay vote on $3.5 million in housing funds to get more details on process (Read at C-Ville Weekly) This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit communityengagement.substack.com/subscribe

Tragik-Komödie von Hermann Bohlen. Ein gestresster Autor und Familienvater holt sich in seiner Verzweiflung Hilfe bei einer KI. Und gerät immer mehr in Abhängigkeit zu dieser. Seine Teenie-Töchter sind besorgt ob der sich anbahnenden Internet-Sucht ihres Ernährers und schmieden einen kühnen Plan. Wer das Hörspiel am Radio hören will: Freitag, 06.03.2026, 20.00 Uhr, Radio SRF 1 F. ist Autor und alleinerziehender Vater zweier Teenager-Mädchen. Am frühen Morgen klingelt es bei ihm an der Tür: Die geleaste Drucker-/Scanner-Kombination wird von einer Servicemitarbeiterin abgeholt. Grund sind nicht bezahlte Leasing-Raten – F. ist fast pleite. Seine Situation spitzt sich weiter zu: In der Nacht hat sein Computer selbständig ein Update der Betriebssoftware gemacht, wichtige Apps funktionieren nicht mehr. Dafür funktioniert völlig ungefragt eine Software im Computer, die sich plötzlich stimmlich meldet, weil sie bei F. «ein krisenhaftes Muster der Benutzung des Endgeräts» festgestellt hat. Was genau klemmt bei F.? Darüber frei zu sprechen, sich vielleicht sogar eine professionelle Beratung zu genehmigen, kommt für F. nicht in Frage. Stattdessen: Hinwendung zur KI als preiswertem Gesprächspartner und Gehilfen – um ein in der Tat ganz schön happiges Pensum zu bewältigen: F. muss bis in zwei Tagen ein Hörspiel geschrieben haben, einen schwierigen Brief an den Klassenlehrer und die Trauerrede für seine kürzlich verstorbene Schwester Henni. Gneta und Pepi, zwei vernachlässigte, aber übelst selbstbewusste Töchter, schwirren um ihn herum, gucken ihm auf die Finger und funken dazwischen, als sie seinen sorglosen Umgang mit künstlicher Intelligenz bemerken. «Moetteli – Eine Begegnung mit der künstlichen Intelligenz» wurde 2025 in der Kategorie «Innovatives oder künstlerisches Hörspiel» mit dem Deutschen Preis für Audiostories ausgezeichnet. Die Jury lobte, wie «Moetteli» als «experimentelles Hörspiel» auf frische und unterhaltsame Weise die Problematik von KI beleuchtet. ____________________ Mit: Hermann Bohlen (F.), Irene Grüter (Moetteli), Toni Lorentz (Gneta), Rubi Lorentz (Pepi), Bettina Kurth (Henni), Britta Steffenhagen (Servicemitarbeiterin), Golo Euler (Bestattungsunternehmer), Thelma Buabeng (Hörspiel-Redaktorin) sowie bekannte KI-Stimmen wie Siri, Bard und Co. ____________________ Musik und Montage: Hermann Bohlen – Aufnahme und Mix: Jean Szymczak – Regieassistenz: Vanessa Gräfingholt – Dramaturgie: Mark Ginzler – Regie: Judith Lorentz ____________________ Produktion: SRF 2024 ____________________ Dauer: 51' Hier gibt's noch mehr Hörspiele: https://www.srf.ch/audio/themen/hoerspiele-geschichten

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Cabin Crew Shenanigans can feel like one of those legendary wild nights out that only come with a hen do or stag do attached! But if you put a group of young, fun people together in a hotel with happy hour drinks then you should expect a little trouble!When a young crew have a room party in Miami they end up gaining an honorary crew member.. but will Betty, otherwise known as Crew Member 13, cause someone to lose their job? Or will old time Julie Margot get them out of the scrape (as she has been in plenty herself?!).If you like, fun short stories to escape into, then listen to The Extra Crew Member.Music Credits for The Extra Crew MemberBeauty Promo Abstract - Music by Yurii Semchyshyn from PixabayFashion House - Music by Ivan Ohanezov from PixabaySound Effects by freesound_community from Pixabay  Sound Effect by Universfield from PixabaySound Effect by Send us a text! If you'd like a reply, please leave an email or numberWe would really appreciate it if you take 1 minute to leave a quick review. It really helps our podcast become more visible on all the platforms so we can reach more people! Thank you.Support the showThe Red Eye Podcast is written by Kaylie Kay, and produced and narrated by Ally Murphy.To subscribe to the monthly newsletter and keep up to date with news, visit www.theredeyepod.com. Or find us on Facebook, YouTube, TikTok & Instagram @theredeyepod, for behind the scenes stories and those funny short stories that only take a minute or less!If you'd like to support the podcast you can "buy us a beer" and subscribe at https://www.buzzsprout.com/2310053/support, we'd be happy to give you a shout out on our newsletter!Ally Murphy is a former flight attendant, and a British voice over artist based in the USA, visit www.allymurphy.co.ukKaylie Kay is a flight attendant and author based in the UK. You can find more of her work at www.kayliekaywrites.comTo buy The Red Eye's first book click on the following links:Amazon UK Amazon USABarnes and Noble Other E Book Platforms

Writer Radhakrishan wrote this story in the midst of WW II. The war may have been fought in a far off land, but we bore the repercussions too. Everything from food grains to cloth to kerosene was rationed, making it hard for the common person to live a normal life. In some places like Bengal, it caused famine. If the situation wasn't bad enough, traders started hoarding goods, hoodlums took charge and added to the chaos in the midst of desperation. Writing in Ranchi, Radhakrishan helps smile through the pain, with his satirical humorous take on Laila Majnu's story. What if the parents did agree to the marriage of the two? Would they even be able to afford it? लेखक राधाकृष्ण ने द्वितीय विश्व युद्ध के दौरान यह कहानी लिखी थी। युद्ध भले ही दूर देश में लड़ा गया हो, लेकिन इसके दुष्परिणाम हम पर भी पड़े। अनाज से लेकर कपड़े और केरोसिन तक, हर चीज़ राशन पर मिल रही थी, जिससे आम आदमी के लिए सामान्य जीवन जीना मुश्किल हो गया था। बंगाल जैसे कुछ इलाकों में तो अकाल भी पड़ गया था। हालात इतने खराब थे कि व्यापारियों ने सामान की कालाबाज़ारी करना शुरू कर दिया, गुंडों ने अपना दबदबा कायम कर लिया और हताशा के माहौल में अराजकता बढ़ती चली गई। रांची स्थित लेखक राधाकृष्ण लैला मजनू की कहानी पर अपने व्यंग्यात्मक हास्य के माध्यम से दर्द में भी मुस्कुराहट जगाने में मदद करते हैं। अगर माता-पिता दोनों की शादी के लिए राज़ी हो भी जाते, तो क्या वे शादी का खर्च उठा पाते? ---------------- Listen to Hindi kahaniyan and Urdu Kahaniyan by famous as well as lesser known writers. You will find here stories from everyone from Premchand to Ismat Chughtai ; Suryabala to Mohan Rakesh, Kaleshwar and Mannu Bhandari.

The best stories are the ones that take you on an unforgettable ride. You go tumbling through places you have never been before, taking turns between belief and disbelief, pausing only to admire the leaps of the writer's imagination and coming out at the end chuckling with delight. This is one such story by Nizam Shah. I haven't been able to find much about this writer. Google doesn't reveal much as his is a common name (much like Arti). I gather from the text that he was writing in pre-independence India. Enjoy this (tall) tale and tell me if you liked it. सबसे यादगार कहानियाँ वो होती हैं जो आपको एक अविस्मरणीय सफर पर ले जाती हैं। आप पहुँच जाते हैं वहाँ, जहाँ आप पहले कभी नहीं गए होते। विश्वास और अविश्वास के बीच टंगे, लेखक की कल्पना की उड़ान के साथ आप भी उड़े जाते हैं और कहानी के अंत में ख़ुद को मुस्कुराता पाते हैं। निज़ाम शाह की यह ऐसी ही एक कहानी है। मुझे इस लेखक के बारे में ज़्यादा जानकारी नहीं मिल पाई है। गूगल पर भी ज़्यादा कुछ पता नहीं चलता क्योंकि उनका नाम आम है (आरती ही की तरह)। मुझे लगता है कि उन्होंने आज़ादी से पहले के भारत में लिखा था। इस अद्भुत कहानी का आनंद लें और मुझे बताएँ कि आपको यह कैसी लगी। Listen to Hindi kahaniyan and Urdu Kahaniyan by famous as well as lesser known writers. You will find here stories from everyone from Premchand to Ismat Chughtai ; Suryabala to Mohan Rakesh, Kaleshwar and Mannu Bhandari.

Giannina the Cat Giannina the cat lived in a house with a garden. The garden wall bordered a park where children gathered to play. The town was small but charming — from the windowsills of the houses, pots of geraniums and petunias tumbled down like colorful cascades. Her owner, Signora Mafalda, often took her around the town center. All the children knew her, and whenever they spotted her, they would run over and shower her with affection. Giannina was quite the little rascal. During the day she loved chasing lizards, hunting insects, butterflies, and anything that moved. To rest, she would stretch out in the sun on the warm stones, then cool off among the blades of grass. In the garden, among the pomegranate tree, the lemon tree, and the olive with its silvery leaves, she and Mafalda spent their afternoons playing together. But one day, Mafalda began to notice something strange. Giannina would leap to catch her prey, but she kept missing and ending up in the rose bushes. "Ow, ow, ow! I've pricked myself and my tail is tangled in the branches!" she meowed. She barely managed to dodge trees she used to climb with ease. She reached her food and water bowls with an uncertain gait. Worried, Mafalda took her to the Veterinarian. After listening to the little cat's strange adventures, the Doctor smiled and delivered his verdict with a wise air: "This little kitty can't see well. She needs glasses." No sooner said than done — in the blink of an eye, the veterinarian searched through a display case full of frames for pets and, finding the perfect one, exclaimed: "Here we are — a pair of glasses fit for an elegant lady!" As soon as they were placed on Giannina's sweet little snout, the cat looked around in wonder. She could see everything so clearly! She rubbed against the Veterinarian's legs and leaped into Mafalda's arms as if to thank her. The Doctor, touched by her sweetness, gave her a special gift: a golden chain with a small pearl at its center that glowed with its own light. Whispering, he told her: "If you close your eyes and touch this pearl with your little nose, you will gain magical powers that only you will have. They will help you help others." Giannina thought that perhaps this Veterinarian was also a Wizard, but she said nothing to Mafalda. It was a secret between her and the strange Doctor. On the way home, people turned to look at her, thinking: that cat seems mysterious — there's something glimmering around her. At home, Giannina's first wish was to climb onto a chair and gaze out the window. The flowers shone in their colors, and even the grass was a brilliant green, as if covered in dew. She smiled, happier than ever. Mafalda, sharing in her joy, decided to take her to the park. They arrived in no time. Squirrels scampered through the trees, birds sang as they flew from branch to branch. Small creatures popped out everywhere, and the children followed them with curiosity — they ran alongside the lizards, leaped with the butterflies dancing in the air, while red ladybugs landed on their skin like good luck charms. After chases, slides, and ring-around-the-rosy, the children sat down on the grass for their snack. From their colorful backpacks came tasty treats. That's when they arrived. "Vriiip! Vriiip! Vriiip!" At full speed, a platoon of ants zoomed in on rumbling mini-motorcycles. They wore shiny little helmets on their heads, round goggles over their eyes, and tiny boots on their feet. They braked sharply in front of the children, raising little clouds of dust. "Make way! We're here too!" shouted the lead ant, lifting her visor. "Can we collect the crumbs?" The children burst out laughing. "Yes, yes! Munch all the crumbs you want!" The ants parked their mini-motorcycles in a neat row, removed their helmets with theatrical gestures, and got to work carrying crumbs twice their size, singing a little marching song. In this joyful atmosphere, Giannina and Mafalda strolled along the pathways. And suddenly, as they passed, the trees bent their branches in a bow and their leaves rustled in greeting. The roses in the flower beds opened their petals and began to sing. The lizards beat their tails on the ground like drums: "Rattatatà! Rattatatà!" And the millipedes started tap dancing to the lively rhythm. "Oh my, what a wonderful commotion!" exclaimed Giannina, who was beginning to feel a mysterious aura around her. She couldn't help but think of the Wizard Veterinarian. What could these magical powers be? And what would happen if she touched the pearl with her little nose? She told Mafalda, who was carrying a book of fairy tales under her arm. They looked at each other and, understanding instantly, seized the moment. Giannina gathered the children in a circle. Some came quickly, others more shy joined in slowly. The ants too, their bellies full, put on their mini helmets again, did one last rumbling lap on their motorcycles, then climbed off and approached the group. It was the right moment. Giannina closed her eyes and touched the magic pearl with her little nose. A golden spark flashed in the air. She took the book from Mafalda's hands, opened it, and chose the tale that seemed to be waiting for her, glowing among the pages. In a gentle voice, she began to read. "Once upon a time, there was a little rabbit who lived in the woods. He kept tripping over tree roots and pebbles. At school, he made mistakes reading letters and numbers, so he didn't want to go anymore. When the teacher saw his drawings, she said: 'Well done!' His mom and dad said the same: 'Well done!' But to him, the colors seemed faded. The truth was, he couldn't see well, but instead of saying so, he would run away and hide in a burrow beneath a talking tree. And the tree, with the rustle of its leaves, whispered a secret: talk to your parents. So he did, and they helped him get glasses. And the world became beautiful again." Giannina closed the book. She understood: with the magic pearl, she could read the hearts of children, discovering emotions and secrets waiting to be brought to light. "You know," she said to her little listeners, "not long ago, I couldn't see well either. But I put on these glasses and poof! The world became clearer and more beautiful." A boy approached her, almost embarrassed, and whispered in her ear: "Maybe I need them too, like you." Giannina gently stroked him. "I helped you open your heart. Now talk to your parents, and everything will be fine." Just then, a little rabbit appeared suddenly from the bushes. He came up to Giannina, hugged her, and said: "You are magically magical!" And — you won't believe it — that little rabbit was wearing a lovely pair of colorful glasses. From that day on, Giannina took the children of the town by the paw, teaching them to believe in themselves and to have confidence. She became the mascot with the magic glasses, and everyone wanted to wear them just like her. But the true wonder was how she now saw the world from her window: brighter, more colorful, more alive. And every evening, before falling asleep, she would touch the pearl with her little nose and smile, knowing that the next day she would help someone else see the world with new eyes. It almost seemed like it had been a dream. But as we know, reality and fantasy often walk hand in hand. _— Written by Lucia & Marco Ciappelli_ Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Fluent Fiction - Japanese: Unraveling Mysteries: Haruto's Journey at the Enchanted Shrine Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/ja/episode/2026-01-17-23-34-02-ja Story Transcript:Ja: 新しい年が始まる静かな冬の日、古代の神社は銀色の雪に包まれていました。En: On a quiet winter day as the new year began, the ancient jinja was enveloped in silvery snow.Ja: ランタンのほのかな光が石畳を彩り、木々の間から見る神社は、神秘的な雰囲気を漂わせていました。En: The faint glow of lanterns adorned the stone pavement, and the shrine glimpsed through the trees exuded a mystical atmosphere.Ja: 空気には松とお香の香りが混ざり合い、訪れる人々の心を鎮めました。En: The air was filled with the mingling scents of pine and incense, calming the hearts of the visitors.Ja: ハルトは、記者の冒険心を胸に、取材のために神社を訪れていました。En: Haruto, with a journalist's adventurous spirit in his heart, visited the shrine for an interview.Ja: 彼は新年の伝統について記事を書こうとしていましたが、心のどこかでこの場所の不思議さを疑っていました。En: He intended to write an article about New Year traditions but was also somewhat skeptical of the mysteriousness of this place.Ja: 同時に、彼は神社から突然消えた地元の有名人物の謎を解き明かしたいと強く感じていました。En: Simultaneously, he felt a strong desire to uncover the mystery of a famous local figure who had suddenly disappeared from the shrine.Ja: その日、彼は地元のユキに出会いました。ユキは神社の崇拝者で、地元では神秘的な力を持っていると信じられていました。En: That day, he met Yuki, a local devotee of the shrine believed to possess mystical powers.Ja: 彼女はハルトに協力を申し出ました。「一緒に神社を巡りましょう。何か発見できるかもしれません。」En: She offered her assistance to Haruto. "Let's explore the shrine together. We might discover something."Ja: ハルトは少し迷いましたが、地元の知識が必要だと感じ、ユキと共に調査を始めることにしました。En: Although Haruto hesitated a little, he felt that local knowledge was necessary and decided to start the investigation with Yuki.Ja: 二人は神社の奥へと進んでいきます。En: The two of them ventured into the depths of the shrine.Ja: 周りの住人は、話したがらず、伝説が現実味を帯びていることを示唆するだけでした。En: The surrounding residents were reluctant to speak, only suggesting that the legends were taking on an air of reality.Ja: やがて、ハルトとユキは神社の奥深くにある秘密の部屋を見つけました。En: Eventually, Haruto and Yuki found a secret room deep within the shrine.Ja: その中には古代の儀式を示す手がかりがありました。En: Inside, there were clues indicating ancient rituals.Ja: それは、単なる失踪だけではなく、もっと深い意味があることを示していました。En: This suggested there was a deeper significance beyond mere disappearance.Ja: この発見に、ハルトの心は揺れ動きました。En: This discovery stirred Haruto's heart.Ja: 彼は当初の疑いを忘れ、この神秘的な場所の持つ力を尊重することにしました。En: He forgot his initial doubts and decided to honor the power of this mystical place.Ja: 最後に、ハルトは記事には敬意を払い、神社の文化的意義についての感動的な物語を書くことを決めました。En: Finally, he resolved to write a respectful and moving story about the shrine's cultural significance.Ja: 雪の降る中、ハルトは新しい視点で神社を見つめました。En: In the falling snow, Haruto gazed at the shrine from a new perspective.Ja: 信じる力や伝統を心から尊重するようになったのです。En: He had come to deeply respect the power of belief and tradition.Ja: 彼は微笑み、ユキに感謝を述べ、次のステップを胸に刻みました。En: He smiled, expressed his gratitude to Yuki, and etched the next steps into his heart.Ja: 神社は今も静かに雪の中に佇み、その神秘を知る者たちを待っています。En: The shrine continues to stand quietly in the snow, waiting for those who seek to know its mysteries. Vocabulary Words:quiet: 静かなancient: 古代のenveloped: 包まれていましたadorned: 彩りglimpse: 見るexuded: 漂わせていましたmingling: 混ざり合いcalming: 鎮めましたadventurous: 冒険心skeptical: 疑っていましたmysteriousness: 不思議さdevotee: 崇拝者assist: 協力venture: 進んでいきますreluctant: 話したがらずair of reality: 現実味を帯びているsecret: 秘密のrituals: 儀式significance: 意義disappearance: 失踪stirred: 揺れ動きましたrespect: 尊重perspective: 視点gratitude: 感謝etched: 刻みましたquietly: 静かにseek: 知る者たちを待っていますmysteries: 神秘honor: 敬意を払いmoving: 感動的な

LEOPOLDO'S SECRET LIBRARYSome people are strange — they like to spend their evenings reading books.Others are even stranger — they believe in the magic found between pages, in fantastical adventures, in stories of impossible love, in ghosts that walk among the living, and they think that everything that doesn't exist — maybe does after all.In short, this story is for those who are a little strange, like you and me — you know, for those who.So… listen.If you take the road up the hill from the center of town, you'll find an old and noble villa, one that has been there for a very long time. It must be about 350 years now that it has stood there in silence, watching and breathing softly beneath the Tuscan sky.Enormous rooms filled with history, endless corridors, and windows as large as dreams — but now, instead of porcelain plates and figurines, it gives us stories on paper for those who wish to read them.Yes, now it's the town library — a bit out of the way, but so beautiful. Well, you can't have everything.Now, on a summer night, wrapped in a blanket of stars and the soft glow of delicate lanterns, the villa had filled with voices, music, smiles, and so many stories told and heard, spoken aloud or whispered, intertwining in the embrace of the celebration.A special evening already, no doubt, but pay attention, because something even more unusual was about to happen.Yes, because Elisa was there too. Eyes as wide as the sky, hair as dark as the night, and a book in her hand — as always.Despite everything happening around her, Elisa preferred to read.She was there, in the main corridor: between the garden and the inner courtyard, halfway between the certain and the perhaps, sitting in an armchair a little too big for her, lost in a mysterious and captivating story — in a world all her own.She turns a page, then another, adjusts her yellow glasses, and turns another page…When slowly, the echo of piano music reached her ears.She didn't pay much attention. Thinking it came from the courtyard, she turned another page — and then another.But before long she realized that the notes she heard were not coming from the villa's courtyard but from one of its corridors — carried by a gentle breeze, from faraway places outside of time.Without thinking too much, Elisa rose silently, tucked her book under her arm, and followed the music.She crossed ancient corridors and rooms with shelves full of volumes of every size and color imaginable — rainbows of thoughts and words lined up one by one that seemed to never end.As the music grew stronger, the light faded, the rooms she passed through began to appear forgotten, the stone stairs she climbed and descended worn by time, the side corridors were now dark passages lit only by torches on the walls, appearing and disappearing in the darkness like breaths.A staircase, a wooden door left ajar, another passage, another staircase, and still more rooms and shelves and books without end.Then, suddenly, a mist covered the floor like a gentle tide, and there, before her, a heavy curtain — half open.A little light showed through, and a few small wooden steps.She climbed them, those little stairs, and the music wrapped around her like an embrace.On the stage, candles floated in the air like fireflies on a timeless night. And there, at the center, seated before a tiny piano, was a mouse.But not just any mouse.Leopoldo wore a dark green tweed jacket, brown trousers pressed with care, and on his little snout, golden spectacles that gleamed with ancient and gentle wisdom.His fingers danced on the keys as if they were telling a secret."Welcome, Elisa," he said, without stopping his playing. "I've been waiting for you."Elisa blinked, enchanted. "How do you know my name?""Ah," Leopoldo smiled, letting the last note fade softly into the air, "those who love stories always recognize those who seek them."He stood, adjusted his jacket with an elegant gesture, and looked at her with eyes full of stars."Do you know where you are?""In the town library," Elisa answered, but her voice trembled a little, as if she knew the answer was something else."That one everyone knows," said Leopoldo, stepping down slowly from the stage. "Every town has one that everyone knows. But every town also has another — one that almost no one finds."He paused, his eyes gleaming."You have found the second."Leopoldo led her toward a large wooden door that Elisa could have sworn wasn't there a moment before. It opened slowly, without a sound, like a sigh held too long.And what she saw took her breath away.Endless shelves climbed upward, descended downward, stretched in every direction like spirals of galaxies made of paper and dreams. Candles floated everywhere, illuminating books that seemed to breathe, to pulse softly, like sleeping hearts."What is this place?" Elisa whispered."This," said Leopoldo, walking among the shelves, "is the library of books never written."Elisa followed, confused. "Books never written? But how can they exist?"Leopoldo stopped, turned, and looked at her with infinite gentleness."Every story ever dreamed exists, Elisa. Every adventure imagined before sleep. Every tale thought but never put to paper. They all live here, at the border between the world and the dream, waiting."They stopped before a shelf.Leopoldo pointed to a small book, bound in blue like a summer sky."Touch it," he said softly.Elisa reached out, hesitant, and brushed the cover.A gentle warmth passed through her fingers. And for an instant — just an instant — she heard a child's laughter, saw a dragon made of clouds, and a castle built of pillows and blankets."This," said Leopoldo, "was the dream of a six-year-old boy. A story he told his teddy bear every night. He never wrote it down. But it exists. You see? It exists."Elisa smiled, her heart light.They walked on, through corridors of silent stories, until Leopoldo stopped before another book.This one was different. Larger, bound in dark leather, with golden letters that seemed to tremble."And this one?" asked Elisa, quietly."This one," said Leopoldo, and his voice grew soft as a caress, "belonged to a grandmother."Elisa touched it.And she felt something different.Not laughter, this time. But a warm, distant voice, telling of a brave little girl who crossed an enchanted forest to bring light to a forgotten village."It was the story she wanted to leave her grandchildren," Leopoldo explained. "But time… time sometimes runs faster than dreams. She didn't have time to write it."Elisa felt her eyes sting."But it's here," she whispered."It's here," Leopoldo confirmed. "Forever."They continued walking, in silence, until they reached a shelf unlike the others.It was nearly empty. Only a few books, spaced apart, and so many open spaces, waiting.At the center, a book without a title.The cover was white, clean, like freshly fallen snow, like a page waiting for its first mark."May I?" asked Elisa.Leopoldo nodded.She touched it.Nothing. No warmth. No voice. Only silence. But a full silence, like a breath held."This book is empty," said Elisa, surprised."Not yet written," Leopoldo corrected. "Not even dreamed. Not yet. It waits for someone to find the courage to imagine it."He turned toward her, and his eyes shone like the candles floating around them."Perhaps it waits for you. Perhaps it waits for someone else. But it waits."Elisa stood still, looking at that white book.And she understood.She understood that every story she had ever imagined, every adventure invented before sleep, every dream she thought lost upon waking, existed somewhere.And she understood something else.That you don't have to be afraid to write.Because stories already exist — in the heart, in the mind, in dreams. Putting them on paper is not creating them from nothing. It is only opening a door and letting them out."I have to go, don't I?" said Elisa, softly.Leopoldo smiled. "Your world awaits you. But now you know this place exists. And you know that every story you dream will always have a place here, whether you write it or not."He paused."But if you do write it," he added with a sly smile, "it can live out there too. And that, my dear, is another kind of magic."Elisa found herself back in the villa's corridor, sitting in the armchair a little too big for her, the book still under her arm.The celebration went on, voices and music and laughter, as if no time had passed at all.But something had changed.She had changed.She opened the book she had been reading, looked at the pages, and smiled.Then she closed it.Because now she knew that the most beautiful stories are not only the ones we read.They are the ones we carry inside, the ones we dream with our eyes open, and the ones that one day, with a little courage, we dare to tell.— This story was written by Marco Ciappelli for "Storie Sotto Le Stelle"  Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Nice breezy story

Where has Santa Claus gone?Once upon a time there was Santa Claus's Village — but Santa Claus wasn't there. He had been missing for days and days… actually for months. Who would prepare and deliver gifts to the children as they did every year?That part of the North Pole which was usually very busy had become strangely silent — not an Elf could be seen around, no sounds of bells, the sleighs were covered in snow and all the reindeer dozed about confused.If you looked into his house you couldn't see a trace of life. The fireplace cold, the rocking chair covered in cobwebs, an empty cup on the wooden table and a candle stub burnt out long ago.Many were the rumours that had spread about Santa Claus's absence. Some said he was on another planet in a far, far away galaxy, some on the Moon, some on the vast oceans — and someone even said he had opened a bakery in Buenos Aires.The mystery was thick. Nobody could make sense of it and everything was silent and still.Meanwhile, many miles away, in the Southern Seas, a group of seagulls who spent their days fluttering above the bay spotted a small sailing boat in the distance. There was only one sailor on board who was hoisting the main sail up the creaking mast.The eldest seagull couldn't believe his eyes. He did a couple of acrobatics in the air, pulled out his spyglass, looked more carefully and said: "But I know him! That sailor comes from distant lands!"Turning to the other seagulls he told them: "One day, during one of my long journeys, I lost my way and found myself on the frozen rooftops of a village at the North Pole. I landed right on the house of that long-bearded man you see on the boat. He heard me calling for help, came to fetch me, fed me and told me about his work. I think this meeting has something magical about it. Our next adventure is about to begin."Gliding down, they headed towards the boat and all landed on the bow. The seagull and the sailor greeted each other like old friends.Shortly after, a group of dolphins arrived near the sailing boat, curious. They swam in circles around the boat, jumping out of the water.The youngest dolphin noticed something strange. "Look! Wood shavings are coming out of the hold and floating! And you can see little lights below deck."The long-bearded sailor smiled. "Come," he said in a warm voice, "I'll show you what I've done all these months."He opened the hatch to the hold and inside, by the light of two swaying lanterns, you could see a floating workshop full of wonders. With a sharp plane he had worked pieces of wood recovered from the sea, transforming them into toys — and he had done the same with shells, coconuts, cork stoppers, glass bottles, starfish and golden threads that had arrived from who knows where."I travelled to learn new ways of bringing joy," the sailor explained. "But there's so much work to do and Christmas is coming. Would you help me finish?"And so they all set to work together. The dolphins brought special shells from the bottom of the sea. The seagulls gathered coloured feathers. The objects transformed into gifts were placed in large canvas sacks.The days passed quickly.On the first of December the captain, wearing his red warm hat with his pipe in his mouth, looked at the starry sky and said: "It's time to leave."The dolphins lifted the sailing boat until it rose above the waves. The sails filled with wind and it took flight, whilst the flock of seagulls guided it through the clouds following dreams. Together they continued the journey heading north, flying through the endless blue.Night fell quickly and in the sky full of stars one shone brighter than all the others. It was the North Star which with its light accompanied the sailing boat's descent to earth.By magic, as it approached the village, the sailing boat transformed into a sleigh loaded with gifts. The presents built in the hold arrived in the workshop to be delivered together with all the other parcels.When it landed on the roof of his house, a tinkling of bells was heard in the distance. The Elves looked out of their doors and shouted: "It's him! It's him! It's Santa Claus! He's back!"The red-nosed reindeer woke up suddenly and began polishing the sleighs, decorating them with bows and coloured pine cones.Life in the village awakened all at once. The tree branches shook as if they were being tickled. A group of penguins, who had arrived at the North Pole to lend a hand, sliding on the ice sheets at great speed, ended up inside snowdrifts and came out like bouncing balls.“You are so funny! We'll hang you on the Christmas tree as decorations!" the village animals shouted.But the penguins, freeing themselves from the snow, ran towards Santa Claus's house to help with the preparations.In the village absolutely everyone got moving. The reindeer rushed to the Post Office and filled the sacks with letters, then carried them to the workshop. The Elves with the help of the penguins were ready for work.That morning, when the bells rang out in celebration, foxes, squirrels, hares and bears came running from every corner of the forest to celebrate Santa Claus's return. There was so much to do for the joy of all the children in the world.The air smelt of fir trees and homemade biscuits. The Christmas trees sparkled with icicles like stars. The animals chased each other happily with their noses turned upwards.The preparations began in earnest. Throughout the month of December they worked together — saws that sang, hammers that played, coloured paper that flew. Santa Claus told stories of his journey whilst he hammered and sanded.And when the 24th of December arrived, everything was ready. The presents were loaded onto the sleigh and Santa Claus set off on his most important journey.The seagulls flew away towards new horizons, leaving their footprints on the snowy rooftops.Since that Christmas it is said that Santa Claus never left the North Pole again."What if it was only a tale? Is it true, or not? The final decision is yours!" — Written by Lucia & Marco CiappelliFor the Italian version and many more stories to read and listen to: https://www.storiesottolestelle.com Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Where has Santa Claus gone?Once upon a time there was Santa Claus's Village — but Santa Claus wasn't there. He had been missing for days and days… actually for months. Who would prepare and deliver gifts to the children as they did every year?That part of the North Pole which was usually very busy had become strangely silent — not an Elf could be seen around, no sounds of bells, the sleighs were covered in snow and all the reindeer dozed about confused.If you looked into his house you couldn't see a trace of life. The fireplace cold, the rocking chair covered in cobwebs, an empty cup on the wooden table and a candle stub burnt out long ago.Many were the rumours that had spread about Santa Claus's absence. Some said he was on another planet in a far, far away galaxy, some on the Moon, some on the vast oceans — and someone even said he had opened a bakery in Buenos Aires.The mystery was thick. Nobody could make sense of it and everything was silent and still.Meanwhile, many miles away, in the Southern Seas, a group of seagulls who spent their days fluttering above the bay spotted a small sailing boat in the distance. There was only one sailor on board who was hoisting the main sail up the creaking mast.The eldest seagull couldn't believe his eyes. He did a couple of acrobatics in the air, pulled out his spyglass, looked more carefully and said: "But I know him! That sailor comes from distant lands!"Turning to the other seagulls he told them: "One day, during one of my long journeys, I lost my way and found myself on the frozen rooftops of a village at the North Pole. I landed right on the house of that long-bearded man you see on the boat. He heard me calling for help, came to fetch me, fed me and told me about his work. I think this meeting has something magical about it. Our next adventure is about to begin."Gliding down, they headed towards the boat and all landed on the bow. The seagull and the sailor greeted each other like old friends.Shortly after, a group of dolphins arrived near the sailing boat, curious. They swam in circles around the boat, jumping out of the water.The youngest dolphin noticed something strange. "Look! Wood shavings are coming out of the hold and floating! And you can see little lights below deck."The long-bearded sailor smiled. "Come," he said in a warm voice, "I'll show you what I've done all these months."He opened the hatch to the hold and inside, by the light of two swaying lanterns, you could see a floating workshop full of wonders. With a sharp plane he had worked pieces of wood recovered from the sea, transforming them into toys — and he had done the same with shells, coconuts, cork stoppers, glass bottles, starfish and golden threads that had arrived from who knows where."I travelled to learn new ways of bringing joy," the sailor explained. "But there's so much work to do and Christmas is coming. Would you help me finish?"And so they all set to work together. The dolphins brought special shells from the bottom of the sea. The seagulls gathered coloured feathers. The objects transformed into gifts were placed in large canvas sacks.The days passed quickly.On the first of December the captain, wearing his red warm hat with his pipe in his mouth, looked at the starry sky and said: "It's time to leave."The dolphins lifted the sailing boat until it rose above the waves. The sails filled with wind and it took flight, whilst the flock of seagulls guided it through the clouds following dreams. Together they continued the journey heading north, flying through the endless blue.Night fell quickly and in the sky full of stars one shone brighter than all the others. It was the North Star which with its light accompanied the sailing boat's descent to earth.By magic, as it approached the village, the sailing boat transformed into a sleigh loaded with gifts. The presents built in the hold arrived in the workshop to be delivered together with all the other parcels.When it landed on the roof of his house, a tinkling of bells was heard in the distance. The Elves looked out of their doors and shouted: "It's him! It's him! It's Santa Claus! He's back!"The red-nosed reindeer woke up suddenly and began polishing the sleighs, decorating them with bows and coloured pine cones.Life in the village awakened all at once. The tree branches shook as if they were being tickled. A group of penguins, who had arrived at the North Pole to lend a hand, sliding on the ice sheets at great speed, ended up inside snowdrifts and came out like bouncing balls.“You are so funny! We'll hang you on the Christmas tree as decorations!" the village animals shouted.But the penguins, freeing themselves from the snow, ran towards Santa Claus's house to help with the preparations.In the village absolutely everyone got moving. The reindeer rushed to the Post Office and filled the sacks with letters, then carried them to the workshop. The Elves with the help of the penguins were ready for work.That morning, when the bells rang out in celebration, foxes, squirrels, hares and bears came running from every corner of the forest to celebrate Santa Claus's return. There was so much to do for the joy of all the children in the world.The air smelt of fir trees and homemade biscuits. The Christmas trees sparkled with icicles like stars. The animals chased each other happily with their noses turned upwards.The preparations began in earnest. Throughout the month of December they worked together — saws that sang, hammers that played, coloured paper that flew. Santa Claus told stories of his journey whilst he hammered and sanded.And when the 24th of December arrived, everything was ready. The presents were loaded onto the sleigh and Santa Claus set off on his most important journey.The seagulls flew away towards new horizons, leaving their footprints on the snowy rooftops.Since that Christmas it is said that Santa Claus never left the North Pole again."What if it was only a tale? Is it true, or not? The final decision is yours!" — Written by Lucia & Marco CiappelliFor the Italian version and many more stories to read and listen to: https://www.storiesottolestelle.com Each story is currently written and narrated in both Italian and English.The translation from Italian (the original language) to English and the reading of the stories are performed using Generative Artificial Intelligence — which perhaps has a touch of magic... We hope it has done a good job!If you like it, make sure to tell your friends, family, and teachers, and subscribe to this podcast to stay updated. You'll be able to read or listen to new stories as soon as they become available. Visit us On The Official Website https://www.storiesottolestelle.com/ Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Some storytellers are for every season. O'Henry is one such. We grew up on his stories in English but also some of us will recall the wonderful televised adaptations of world's best stories in the series, ‘Katha Sagar'. Made in 1986, the series featured a collection of stories by writers like Katherine Mansfield, Guy de Maupassant, Leo Tolstoy, O' Henry, and Anton Chekhov. Each episode was directed by one of eight well known Indian directors, including Shyam Benegal, Kundan Shah, Ved Rahi and Satyen Bose. Most of the stories in the series were one episode long. Today's story is as much a remembrance of O'Henry as it is a hat tip to tasteful and meaningful entertainment that television used to be.Listen to Hindi kahaniyan and Urdu Kahaniyan by famous as well as lesser known writers. You will find here stories from everyone from Premchand to Ismat Chughtai ; Suryabala to Mohan Rakesh, Kaleshwar and Mannu Bhandari.

When you limit language, you limit thinking. When you limit thinking, you limit creativity. When you limit creativity, audio storytellers wind up making the same thing over and over and over again and that's not good. In this archive episode from 2022, producer Jazmine Green says we need new language to describe our work. And we can start by borrowing from art and architecture.

Sarweshwar Dayal Saxena's children's poems are part of our collective childhood. His poems for grown ups too have a candid, reflective quality that speak of his honesty as a writer. His short stories, although relatively lesser known, are just as moving and forthright. In this story, Pullover, he speaks in the voice of a man torn between the emotional tug of memory and the desire to do the right thing. सर्वेश्वर दयाल सक्सेना की बाल कविताएँ हम सभी के बचपन का हिस्सा हैं। बड़ों के लिए लिखी उनकी कवितायें भी ईमानदार और चिंतनशील हैं। उनकी लघु कथाएँ, हालाँकि अपेक्षाकृत कम प्रसिद्ध हैं, उतनी ही मार्मिक और स्पष्ट हैं। यह कहानी, पुलओवर, एक ऐसे व्यक्ति की है जो स्मृतियों के भावनात्मक खिंचाव और सही काम करने की इच्छा के बीच फँसा हुआ है।नमस्कार, मेरा नाम आरती है और मैं Storyjam में हर हफ्ते आपको सुनाती हूँ हिंदी में एक कहानी। अगर आप को कहानियां सुनना अच्छा लगता हैं , तो इस चैनल को सब्सक्राइब ज़रूर करें। धन्यवाद!Hello, I am Arti and you are watching my Youtube Channel, StoryJam.------सर्वेश्वरदयाल सक्सेना का जीवन परिचय सर्वेश्वर दयाल सक्सेना हिंदी भाषा के प्रसिद्ध कवि एवं साहित्यकार थे। उनका नाम 'तार सप्तक' के महत्वपूर्ण कवियों में आता है, जिसे कविता में प्रयोगवाद की शुरआत ,माना गया है। कविता के अतिरिक्त सर्वेश्वर दयाल सक्सेना जी ने कहानी, नाटक और बाल साहित्य की रचना भी की औरउनकी रचनाओं का अनेक भाषाओं में अनुवाद भी हुआ। वे आकाशवाणी में सहायक निर्माता, 'दिनमान' के उपसंपादक तथा 'पराग' के संपादक रहे। ‘चरचे और चरखे' स्तम्भ में 'दिनमान' में छपे आपके लेख विशेष लोकप्रिय रहे। सर्वेश्वर दयाल सक्सेना का साहित्यिक जीवन काव्य से प्रारंभ हुआ लकिन उनके नाटक और कहानिया भी बेहद लोकप्रिय रही । सन 1983 में कविता संग्रह ‘खूँटियों पर टंगे लोग' के लिए सर्वेश्वर दयाल सक्सेना को साहित्य अकादमी पुरस्कार से सम्मानित किया गया।सर्वेश्वर दयाल सक्सेना की प्रमुख रचनायें :काव्य – 1. तीसरा सप्तक – सं. अज्ञेय, 1959 2. काठ की घंटियां – 1959 3. बांस का पुल – 1963 4. एक सूनी नाव – 1966 5. गर्म हवाएं – 1966 6. कुआनो नदी – 1973 7. जंगल का दर्द – 1976 8. खूंटियों पर टंगे लोग – 1982 9. क्या कह कर पुकारूं – प्रेम कविताएं 10. कविताएं (1) 11. कविताएं (2) 12. कोई मेरे साथ चले 13. मेघ आये 14 . काला कोयलकथा-साहित्य 1. पागल कुत्तों का मसीहा (लघु उपन्यास) – 1977 2. सोया हुआ जल (लघु उपन्यास) – 1977 3. उड़े हुए रंग – (उपन्यास) यह उपन्यास सूने चौखटे नाम से 1974 में प्रकाशित हुआ था। 4. कच्ची सड़क – 1978 5. अंधेरे पर अंधेरा – 1980 6. अनेक कहानियों का भारतीय तथा यूरोपीय भाषाओं में अनुवादसोवियत कथा संग्रह 1978 में सात महत्वपूर्ण कहानियों का रूसी अनुवाद।नाटक1. बकरी – 1974 (इसका लगभग सभी भारतीय भाषाओं में अनुवाद तथा मंचन) 2. लड़ाई – 1979 3. अब गरीबी हटाओ – 1981 4. कल भात आएगा तथा हवालात – एकांकी नाटक एम.के.रैना के निर्देशन में प्रयोग द्वारा 1979 में मंचित 5. रूपमती बाज बहादुर तथा होरी धूम मचोरी मंचन 1976यात्रा संस्मरण 1. कुछ रंग कुछ गंध – 1971बाल कविता 1. बतूता का जूता – 1971 2. महंगू की टाई – 1974बाल नाटक 1. भों-भों खों-खों – 1975 2. लाख की नाक – 1979संपादन1. शमशेर (मलयज के साथ – 1971)2. रूपांबरा – (सं. अज्ञेय जी – 1980 में सहायक संपादक सर्वेश्वर दयाल सक्सेना) 3. अंधेरों का हिसाब – 1981 4. नेपाली कविताएं – 1982 5. रक्तबीज – 1977अन्य1. दिनमान साप्ताहिक में चरचे और चरखे नाम से चुटीली शैली का गद्य – 1969 से नियमित। 2. दिनमान तथा अन्य पत्र-पत्रिकाओं में साहित्य, नृत्य, रंगमंच, संस्कृति आदि के विभिन्न विषयों पर टिप्पणियां तथा समीक्षात्मक लेख। 3. सर्वेश्वर की संपूर्ण गद्य रचनाओं को चार खण्डों में किताबघर दिल्ली ने छापा है।-----About this channel: Here, you can listen to Hindi and Urdu Stories by famous writers of Hindi sahitya/ literature. Here you will find stories and poetry by great authors of Hindi and Urdu. Some of these are classics and others are rare gems that you may never have heard or read. There are works by well known writers such as Premchand, Sharat Chandra, Manto, Ismat Chughtai, Mohan Rakesh, Phanishwar Nath Renu, Mannu Bhandari, Harishankar Parsai. Some are rare works by Dilip Kumar, Balraj Sahani and Gulzar.

THE SEASONS IN A BREATHAutumn appeared at the window and looked around— it was November."The leaves are yellow and red.The swallows fly away in flocks over the rooftops.The crisp air smells of roasted chestnuts and burning wood.I like it this way,"Autumn exclaimed.Winter opened the door and looked around— it was January."The snow and the freezing wind.In the woods, mistletoe on branches beneath a blanket of ice.The marmot sleeps in her covered den, dreaming of the stars.How lovely it is to be warm and cozy!"Winter exclaimed.Spring stepped out onto the terrace and looked around— it was April."The flowers bloom and the birds chirp, returning to their nests.With the mild temperature, joyful life vibrates in the air.How wonderful!"Spring exclaimed.Summer went into the garden and looked around— it was July.A cat rests in the shade of a pine tree.The air smells of cut grass and ripe fruit.The butterflies dance carefree to the song of the cicadas.The sun makes me smile!"Summer exclaimed.The months pass and the year spins at great speed,but they will always bring something beautiful. Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

THE SEASONS IN A BREATHAutumn appeared at the window and looked around— it was November."The leaves are yellow and red.The swallows fly away in flocks over the rooftops.The crisp air smells of roasted chestnuts and burning wood.I like it this way,"Autumn exclaimed.Winter opened the door and looked around— it was January."The snow and the freezing wind.In the woods, mistletoe on branches beneath a blanket of ice.The marmot sleeps in her covered den, dreaming of the stars.How lovely it is to be warm and cozy!"Winter exclaimed.Spring stepped out onto the terrace and looked around— it was April."The flowers bloom and the birds chirp, returning to their nests.With the mild temperature, joyful life vibrates in the air.How wonderful!"Spring exclaimed.Summer went into the garden and looked around— it was July.A cat rests in the shade of a pine tree.The air smells of cut grass and ripe fruit.The butterflies dance carefree to the song of the cicadas.The sun makes me smile!"Summer exclaimed.The months pass and the year spins at great speed,but they will always bring something beautiful. Each story is currently written and narrated in both Italian and English.The translation from Italian (the original language) to English and the reading of the stories are performed using Generative Artificial Intelligence — which perhaps has a touch of magic... We hope it has done a good job!If you like it, make sure to tell your friends, family, and teachers, and subscribe to this podcast to stay updated. You'll be able to read or listen to new stories as soon as they become available. Visit us On The Official Website https://www.storiesottolestelle.com/ Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Abid Surti is an Indian painter, author, cartoonist, journalist, environmentalist, playwright and screenwriter. A diploma holder from J. J. School of Art in 1954, Surti has written short stories, novels, plays, children's books and travelogues. Several of his books have been translated into regional languages. He has also been writing for Hindi and Gujarati newspapers and magazines for over 40 years and received a National Award for his short-story collection Teesri Aankh in 1993. आबिद सुरती एक भारतीय चित्रकार, लेखक, कार्टूनिस्ट, पत्रकार, पर्यावरणविद्, नाटककार और पटकथा लेखक हैं। 1954 में जे. जे. स्कूल ऑफ आर्ट से डिप्लोमा प्राप्त करने वाले सुरती ने लघु कथाएँ, उपन्यास, नाटक, बाल पुस्तकें और यात्रा वृत्तांत लिखे हैं। उनकी कई पुस्तकों का क्षेत्रीय भाषाओं में अनुवाद हो चुका है। वे 40 से ज़्यादा वर्षों से हिंदी और गुजराती अखबारों और पत्रिकाओं के लिए भी लिख रहे हैं और 1993 में उनके लघु कथा संग्रह "तीसरी आँख" के लिए उन्हें राष्ट्रीय पुरस्कार मिला था।Listen to Hindi kahaniyan and Urdu Kahaniyan by famous as well as lesser known writers. You will find here stories from everyone fromPremchand to Ismat Chughtai ; Suryabala to Mohan Rakesh, Kaleshwar and Mannu Bhandari.

Halloween over Florence: THE MARKET OF GHOSTSSeverino lived in the bell tower on the hill — the one next to the ancient Basilica of San Miniato al Monte.Every evening, at sunset, he would lock the gate at the base of the entrance stairway and before climbing back up, he would pause to watch Florence color itself amber.And so he did today as well. The tourists had left. Time stopped and silence became sacred again.Through the rusted bars the city stood there motionless — perhaps since forever; with its red roofs, marble facades and the Arno flowing between its stones like a glittering silver ribbon.Domes and towers trembling with light, almost suspended in the air, as if everything and everyone were holding their breath waiting for twilight — and for the night that would cover it with shadows, stars and dreams.One more glance, then he turned on his transistor radio that he had found a few years ago and the notes of Duke Ellington's 'Don't Get Around Much Anymore' filled the autumn evening.Silence may be sacred for the monks, but for Severino music was more so. Seven, his raven, didn't need to be called and at the first notes launched himself from the cypresses of the cemetery above, circled in front of the imposing facade of the Basilica and suddenly glided down along the stairway, to land gently on his left shoulder."Hey Seven, had a good day?""Yes. Could have been worse — Let's settle for that."At which, Severino smiled, turned up the radio's volume and began climbing resolutely toward le Porte del Cielo, while Jazz music echoed among the ancient stones.Nine years ago, on this same day in the month of October, the Olivetan monks residing in the Abbey found a child on the steps of the Basilica.He was there, wrapped in fog, silent as the night, eyes curious as the wind, without name and without past. They called him Severino — I don't know why — and he grew up among prayers and silences. He played in ancient rooms and discovered his world, surrounded by books, tombs, art and mysteries never revealed. At night a raven and a black cat accompanied him, illuminated by the moon, in the Cimitero delle Porte Sante, wandering among imposing crypts and motionless statues that whispered memories and mysteries.But on Halloween nights the whispers transform into screams and endless laments. Secrets manifest themselves, legends become reality, and dreams disguised as nightmares knock on doors lit by candles. And that full moon night was precisely this night: October 31st — and remember, whether you believe in spirits or not, nothing changes: the ghosts will come.And Severino was up there, right there waiting for them to arrive. Leaning out the highest window of the bell tower, calm, looking at Florence from above. While Thelonious Monk's 'Round Midnight' played on his radio, he watched — tapping time with one foot and waited.At the second of the twelve strokes of the midnight bells, something began to happen. On the Arno formed a dense fog that pulsed with spectral green. It began to rise and slide slow but inexorable over the bridges like fingers of cold hands of impatient ghosts. It slid over the Ponte Vecchio and rolled through the streets of Oltrarno until reaching San Niccolò, where it climbed up the hill swallowing everything it found in its path.When it reached the gate of San Miniato, it slipped through the bars and climbed up the stairs until it covered, like a high luminous tide, the entire square in front of the church. It climbed up the marble facade and wrapped also the Cimitero delle Porte Sante, covering the entire hill in a cloak of mystery. Then slowly, as if by enchantment, the fog began to dissolve rising toward the sky and when the last cloud melted into the night air, the square was no longer empty.Small jack-o'-lanterns with flickering lights floated in the air smiling with teeth of fire. Black candles sprouted from nowhere, illuminating spectral stalls full of everything and nothing. Bats that seemed made of paper but were alive fluttered among the lights with wings of black velvet, while autumn leaves danced without wind, sparkling with gold and copper. Pumpkins of every shape filled the stands, some carved with funny faces, others covered with silver spiderwebs that shone like threads of moon. Witch hats swirled in the air like flying umbrellas rotating slow on themselves. Roasted chestnuts perfumed the air with cinnamon and mystery, while small dancing skeletons tinkled like ice bells.And finally in the Cimitero delle Porte Sante, the Portal opened. Like every Halloween, for centuries, spirits from all over the world congregated in Florence for their annual meeting. A spectral river of ghosts poured into the square, each heading toward their own stall, and each with their impossible merchandise to sell or trade. The spirits had arrived and Severino observed them from above. A carnival of other worlds, made of sounds, colors and unimaginable stories.The deserted square had transformed into the Market of Ghosts. Stalls kept materializing from nowhere, carved and glowing pumpkins told each other stories of Halloweens past, present and future laughing malicious among the perfumes of lost memories, past centuries, tomorrow's candles and fallen stardust. The sky above the Tuscan hills and above Florence was full of ghosts arriving from everywhere to search for the unfindable. But no human eye could see this spectacle. No one except Severino, who descended from the tower enchanted by that spectacle and immersed himself in the crowd pulsating with otherworldly life. Seven circled above him observing with attentive eyes and cawing a bit nervous. Some ghosts looked at him with curiosity and recognized him. Someone greeted him and many others whispered his name in forgotten languages."There he is," murmured a witch from Prague."The child of time," sighed a Norman knight."He's returned, I told you so." laughed a Caribbean pirate.But Severino paid them no attention because there were ghosts selling: dreams of sleeping dragons, laughter of northern gnomes, tears of mermaids in love, the last breath of dinosaurs, shadows of unicorns. And even fears from past Halloweens — two for the price of one, but only for tonight. The ghost of a pirate who died during a boarding gone not so well shouted: "Storm bottles! Lightning in jars!" A witch from Salem whispered: "Love potions that last three lifetimes…" A medieval knight showed swords that cut fear, A Chinese spirit waved kites that fly into the past.The spectral crowd grew and thickened, laughed and bargained, while Severino walked amazed and fascinated among the impossible stalls of the Halloween Market. Seven cawed restless from above and Eleven, the black cat with orange eyes, jumped from one tent to another not losing sight of a single movement of Severino and the hundreds of souls circling around him.A ghost monk from an era that never existed saw him and smiled at him from behind a stall full of ancient radios adorned with mysterious symbols. Severino approached, fascinated."How wonderful! Do they all work?""Oh yes, certainly" replied the monk. "These transmit on the waves of past, present, and future time. But you don't need to buy one."The other ghosts stopped. They ceased selling, buying and bartering. They looked at Severino with respect and listened to what the collector of frequencies told him."The transistor radio you already have is more special than you think. But to discover its true secrets, you'll have to search in the ancient crypts where everything began."And suddenly the first lights of dawn began to illuminate the sky behind San Miniato with pink. In rush and hurry the ghosts said goodbye flying away in the wind. "Until next Halloween!" They told each other crossing in the sky. The stalls vanished. Lanterns and candles went out. The Market of Ghosts dissolved like a dream.Severino found himself alone in the empty square, Seven on his shoulder and Eleven sitting on the low wallLooking at Florence illuminating itself in the day of All Saints. He observed his old radio with new eyes and from the ancient crypts of San Miniato, something seemed to call him. He turned it on, turned up the volume and descended the stairway in time to Chet Baker's version of 'Autumn Leaves'.It was time to throw open the gate of the Basilica of San Miniato al Monte.___________________We will continue this story.... For now a Happy Halloween to all of you, may you always believe in magic!Story written by Marco Ciappelli for "Stories Under The Stars" Halloween 2025___________________Listen to Severino's Playlist for the songs that accompany this story and subscribe to discover new music with every adventure.

Halloween over Florence: THE MARKET OF GHOSTSSeverino lived in the bell tower on the hill — the one next to the ancient Basilica of San Miniato al Monte.Every evening, at sunset, he would lock the gate at the base of the entrance stairway and before climbing back up, he would pause to watch Florence color itself amber.And so he did today as well. The tourists had left. Time stopped and silence became sacred again.Through the rusted bars the city stood there motionless — perhaps since forever; with its red roofs, marble facades and the Arno flowing between its stones like a glittering silver ribbon.Domes and towers trembling with light, almost suspended in the air, as if everything and everyone were holding their breath waiting for twilight — and for the night that would cover it with shadows, stars and dreams.One more glance, then he turned on his transistor radio that he had found a few years ago and the notes of Duke Ellington's 'Don't Get Around Much Anymore' filled the autumn evening.Silence may be sacred for the monks, but for Severino music was more so. Seven, his raven, didn't need to be called and at the first notes launched himself from the cypresses of the cemetery above, circled in front of the imposing facade of the Basilica and suddenly glided down along the stairway, to land gently on his left shoulder."Hey Seven, had a good day?""Yes. Could have been worse — Let's settle for that."At which, Severino smiled, turned up the radio's volume and began climbing resolutely toward le Porte del Cielo, while Jazz music echoed among the ancient stones.Nine years ago, on this same day in the month of October, the Olivetan monks residing in the Abbey found a child on the steps of the Basilica.He was there, wrapped in fog, silent as the night, eyes curious as the wind, without name and without past. They called him Severino — I don't know why — and he grew up among prayers and silences. He played in ancient rooms and discovered his world, surrounded by books, tombs, art and mysteries never revealed. At night a raven and a black cat accompanied him, illuminated by the moon, in the Cimitero delle Porte Sante, wandering among imposing crypts and motionless statues that whispered memories and mysteries.But on Halloween nights the whispers transform into screams and endless laments. Secrets manifest themselves, legends become reality, and dreams disguised as nightmares knock on doors lit by candles. And that full moon night was precisely this night: October 31st — and remember, whether you believe in spirits or not, nothing changes: the ghosts will come.And Severino was up there, right there waiting for them to arrive. Leaning out the highest window of the bell tower, calm, looking at Florence from above. While Thelonious Monk's 'Round Midnight' played on his radio, he watched — tapping time with one foot and waited.At the second of the twelve strokes of the midnight bells, something began to happen. On the Arno formed a dense fog that pulsed with spectral green. It began to rise and slide slow but inexorable over the bridges like fingers of cold hands of impatient ghosts. It slid over the Ponte Vecchio and rolled through the streets of Oltrarno until reaching San Niccolò, where it climbed up the hill swallowing everything it found in its path.When it reached the gate of San Miniato, it slipped through the bars and climbed up the stairs until it covered, like a high luminous tide, the entire square in front of the church. It climbed up the marble facade and wrapped also the Cimitero delle Porte Sante, covering the entire hill in a cloak of mystery. Then slowly, as if by enchantment, the fog began to dissolve rising toward the sky and when the last cloud melted into the night air, the square was no longer empty.Small jack-o'-lanterns with flickering lights floated in the air smiling with teeth of fire. Black candles sprouted from nowhere, illuminating spectral stalls full of everything and nothing. Bats that seemed made of paper but were alive fluttered among the lights with wings of black velvet, while autumn leaves danced without wind, sparkling with gold and copper. Pumpkins of every shape filled the stands, some carved with funny faces, others covered with silver spiderwebs that shone like threads of moon. Witch hats swirled in the air like flying umbrellas rotating slow on themselves. Roasted chestnuts perfumed the air with cinnamon and mystery, while small dancing skeletons tinkled like ice bells.And finally in the Cimitero delle Porte Sante, the Portal opened. Like every Halloween, for centuries, spirits from all over the world congregated in Florence for their annual meeting. A spectral river of ghosts poured into the square, each heading toward their own stall, and each with their impossible merchandise to sell or trade. The spirits had arrived and Severino observed them from above. A carnival of other worlds, made of sounds, colors and unimaginable stories.The deserted square had transformed into the Market of Ghosts. Stalls kept materializing from nowhere, carved and glowing pumpkins told each other stories of Halloweens past, present and future laughing malicious among the perfumes of lost memories, past centuries, tomorrow's candles and fallen stardust. The sky above the Tuscan hills and above Florence was full of ghosts arriving from everywhere to search for the unfindable. But no human eye could see this spectacle. No one except Severino, who descended from the tower enchanted by that spectacle and immersed himself in the crowd pulsating with otherworldly life. Seven circled above him observing with attentive eyes and cawing a bit nervous. Some ghosts looked at him with curiosity and recognized him. Someone greeted him and many others whispered his name in forgotten languages."There he is," murmured a witch from Prague."The child of time," sighed a Norman knight."He's returned, I told you so." laughed a Caribbean pirate.But Severino paid them no attention because there were ghosts selling: dreams of sleeping dragons, laughter of northern gnomes, tears of mermaids in love, the last breath of dinosaurs, shadows of unicorns. And even fears from past Halloweens — two for the price of one, but only for tonight. The ghost of a pirate who died during a boarding gone not so well shouted: "Storm bottles! Lightning in jars!" A witch from Salem whispered: "Love potions that last three lifetimes…" A medieval knight showed swords that cut fear, A Chinese spirit waved kites that fly into the past.The spectral crowd grew and thickened, laughed and bargained, while Severino walked amazed and fascinated among the impossible stalls of the Halloween Market. Seven cawed restless from above and Eleven, the black cat with orange eyes, jumped from one tent to another not losing sight of a single movement of Severino and the hundreds of souls circling around him.A ghost monk from an era that never existed saw him and smiled at him from behind a stall full of ancient radios adorned with mysterious symbols. Severino approached, fascinated."How wonderful! Do they all work?""Oh yes, certainly" replied the monk. "These transmit on the waves of past, present, and future time. But you don't need to buy one."The other ghosts stopped. They ceased selling, buying and bartering. They looked at Severino with respect and listened to what the collector of frequencies told him."The transistor radio you already have is more special than you think. But to discover its true secrets, you'll have to search in the ancient crypts where everything began."And suddenly the first lights of dawn began to illuminate the sky behind San Miniato with pink. In rush and hurry the ghosts said goodbye flying away in the wind. "Until next Halloween!" They told each other crossing in the sky. The stalls vanished. Lanterns and candles went out. The Market of Ghosts dissolved like a dream.Severino found himself alone in the empty square, Seven on his shoulder and Eleven sitting on the low wallLooking at Florence illuminating itself in the day of All Saints. He observed his old radio with new eyes and from the ancient crypts of San Miniato, something seemed to call him. He turned it on, turned up the volume and descended the stairway in time to Chet Baker's version of 'Autumn Leaves'.It was time to throw open the gate of the Basilica of San Miniato al Monte.___________________We will continue this story.... For now a Happy Halloween to all of you, may you always believe in magic!Story written by Marco Ciappelli for "Stories Under The Stars" Halloween 2025___________________Listen to Severino's Playlist for the songs that accompany this story and subscribe to discover new music with every adventure.

The world is made up of two kinds of people. Those who love maths and those who never forgot that episode of Swami and Friends where they saw themselves in “Chaami” who in turn saw no “logic” in Math. Today a beloved story from R K Narayan, the man who collected stories from everywhere and brought them home to live in Malgudi.दुनिया दो तरह के लोगों से बनी है। एक वो जो गणित से प्यार करते हैं और दूसरे वो जो ‘स्वामी एंड फ्रेंड्स' का वो episode कभी नहीं भूले जहाँ उन्होंने खुद को "चामी" में देखा था। आज आर.के. नारायण की एक प्यारी कहानी, वो शख़्स जिन्होंने दुनिया भर से कहानियाँ इकट्ठी कीं और उन्हें अपने काल्पनिक गाँव मालगुड़ी ले आए।Listen to Hindi kahaniyan and Urdu Kahaniyan by famous as well as lesser known writers. You will find here stories from everyone from Premchand to Ismat Chughtai ; Suryabala to Mohan Rakesh, Kaleshwar and Mannu Bhandari.

It was a crazy time in the height of the Pandemic. Many people in aviation lost their jobs, and thousands of cabin crew and pilots lives were shattered. But there were some who remained to keep the airline afloat, ferrying around cargo, PPE, and the occasional flight with real passengers!But there were strict protocols to follow, and harsh consequences for anyone who broke them. In today's episode, we hear what happens when a girl is faced with temptation... Will she burst her bubble?Music Credits for Bursting the BubblePlatzy-Manjonjo - Music by NELSAR DUTCH from PixabayComo Vamos_ - Casa RosaSound Effects by freesound_community from Pixabay  Ticking Clock Sound Effect by Eric Montgomery from PixabaySound Design by Ally MurphySend us a text! If you'd like a reply, please leave an email or number Kaylie has written 6 other fictional novels about the lives of cabin crew! Amazon UKAmazon USABarnes and NobleSupport the showThe Red Eye Podcast is written by Kaylie Kay, and produced and narrated by Ally Murphy.To subscribe to the monthly newsletter and keep up to date with news, visit www.theredeyepod.com. Or find us on Facebook, YouTube, TikTok & Instagram @theredeyepod, for behind the scenes stories and those funny short stories that only take a minute or less!If you'd like to support the podcast you can "buy us a beer" and subscribe at https://www.buzzsprout.com/2310053/support, we'd be happy to give you a shout out on our newsletter!Ally Murphy is a former flight attendant, and a British voice over artist based in the USA, visit www.allymurphy.co.ukKaylie Kay is a flight attendant and author based in the UK. You can find more of her work at www.kayliekaywrites.comTo buy The Red Eye's first book click on the following links:Amazon UK Amazon USABarnes and Noble Other E Book Platforms

Sathiya is heart broken as Vasanth tells her that he is not interested in a relationship and wants to be a good friend to her. She wants to cry, cry loud and vent out, but doing so could hurt Vasanth and she decides against it

One of the biggest issues in the aviation industry, and amongst flight attendants right now, is the fact that many airlines treat their employees as just a number. And yet they expect them to treat their passengers as VIPs. Air Canada cabin crew recently went on a strike due to poor working conditions, and airlines have been using "covid" as an excuse for reducing rest days and numbers of crew working a flight. Meaning your cabin crew are exhausted and feeling unappreciated.That's not great on a good day, but on a day when an emergency happens and the crew have to deal with a major medical situation, the least you'd expect is to feel supported by the company.In today's story, based on true events and told to us by a crew member, we hear how one flight attendant was abandoned in his hour of need, which led to him wondering whether he could ever fly again.Music Credits for "Are Cabin Crew Just a Number...?"Sad Moment - Music by Oleg Fedak from PixabaySound Effects by freesound_community from Pixabay  Sound Design by Ally MurphySend us a text! If you'd like a reply, please leave an email or number Kaylie has written 6 other fictional novels about the lives of cabin crew! Amazon UKAmazon USABarnes and NobleSupport the showThe Red Eye Podcast is written by Kaylie Kay, and produced and narrated by Ally Murphy.To subscribe to the monthly newsletter and keep up to date with news, visit www.theredeyepod.com. Or find us on Facebook, YouTube, TikTok & Instagram @theredeyepod, for behind the scenes stories and those funny short stories that only take a minute or less!If you'd like to support the podcast you can "buy us a beer" and subscribe at https://www.buzzsprout.com/2310053/support, we'd be happy to give you a shout out on our newsletter!Ally Murphy is a former flight attendant, and a British voice over artist based in the USA, visit www.allymurphy.co.ukKaylie Kay is a flight attendant and author based in the UK. You can find more of her work at www.kayliekaywrites.comTo buy The Red Eye's first book click on the following links:Amazon UK Amazon USABarnes and Noble Other E Book Platforms

Sathiya and Vasanth share a lot of beautiful moments as they walk out of the nostalgic telephone booth. They are lost in their world as they hold hands and brush shoulders with each other :) But out of the blue, Vasanth tells Sathiya that he has to share something important with her about love and cautions her that she might feel little uncomfortable on hearing it . What could it be? What are the twists and turns that await in this story? Listen to "Enna Solla Pogirai", episode 9 of Neethaane En Ponvasantham to find out :) [Tamil audiobook]"It takes me about 10-12 hours to ideate, record and give life to each episode. Your little financial contribution (even as little as 50 Rs) could be of great help to me :). Kindly donate at - Gpay/PhonePe - UPI id - naveenfromceg-2@okaxis."Paypal link - https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/naveenvigneshwar-- Follow IK on Insta here - https://www.instagram.com/idhayathin.kural-- Get the latest updates on WhatsApp here -⁠⁠⁠https://whatsapp.com/channel/0029Vb6f5CJ1t90YbPlHnD2M⁠⁠⁠-- Feedback/collaborations/promotions - rjnaveenvigneshwar@gmail.com -----------------------------------------------------------Dear 'You',     I put a lot of efforts in the making of each episode. Kindly share this with ur friends and help me reach more people :). You might also like my previous love story "Yennai maatrum Kadhale

When a young flight attendant is led to believe she's special by a straight male crew member, she wonders if this is what she's been missing? But the next trip she does with him reminds her that there are scoundrels in the airline and she's goes out of her way to prove that she is the most fun girl on the cabin crew....And ends up getting humiliated.If you like true stories, with a fictional twist, based in the fascinating world of commercial aviation - then this is the podcast for you!Music Credits for Humiliated in Hong KongDaisuke Teiko – The Real Deal-90s-hip-hopAddict (Instrumental) - NEFFEXSimple LoFi beat - Music by u_hx6vlzlzl7 from PixabaySound Effects by freesound_community from Pixabay  Sound Effect by Super V from PixabaySound Design by Ally MurphySend us a text! If you'd like a reply, please leave an email or number Kaylie has written 6 other fictional novels about the lives of cabin crew! Amazon UKAmazon USABarnes and NobleSupport the showThe Red Eye Podcast is written by Kaylie Kay, and produced and narrated by Ally Murphy.To subscribe to the monthly newsletter and keep up to date with news, visit www.theredeyepod.com. Or find us on Facebook, YouTube, TikTok & Instagram @theredeyepod, for behind the scenes stories and those funny short stories that only take a minute or less!If you'd like to support the podcast you can "buy us a beer" and subscribe at https://www.buzzsprout.com/2310053/support, we'd be happy to give you a shout out on our newsletter!Ally Murphy is a former flight attendant, and a British voice over artist based in the USA, visit www.allymurphy.co.ukKaylie Kay is a flight attendant and author based in the UK. You can find more of her work at www.kayliekaywrites.comTo buy The Red Eye's first book click on the following links:Amazon UK Amazon USABarnes and Noble Other E Book Platforms

From the great filmmaker and storyteller of our times. Ray a master of his craft of creating images and characters brings to life Jhakki Babu in the moody environs of Darjeeling. हमारे समय के महान फिल्म निर्देशक और कहानीकार, रे, जो छवियों और पात्रों को गढ़ने में माहिर हैं। इस रहस्यपूर्ण कहानी में वे दार्जिलिंग के मनमोहकपरिवेश में झक्की बाबू को जीवंत करते हैं।Listen to Hindi kahaniyan and Urdu Kahaniyan by famous as well as lesser known writers. You will find here stories from everyone from Premchand to Ismat Chughtai ; Suryabala to Mohan Rakesh, Kaleshwar and Mannu Bhandari.

As cabin crew are required to be able to react quickly in emergency situations on the aircraft, they are always on the lookout for something out of the ordinary. Whether that is a passenger who has had too much alcohol, a passenger acting suspiciously, someone who may be feeling unwell, or even something wrong with the aircraft. Flight attendants are always vigilant and ready to deal with anything thrown at them. Just perhaps not more than one emergency on the same flight!In today's true story, we hear of one incredible crew member, who helped save the life of not just one person, but perhaps the whole airplane!Music Credits for Nigh Flight VigilanceSad Moment - Music by Oleg Fedak from PixabayCowboy Lullaby - JHS PedalsSound Effects by freesound_community from Pixabay  Sound Design by Ally Murphy Send us a text! If you'd like a reply, please leave an email or number Kaylie has written 6 other fictional novels about the lives of cabin crew! Amazon UKAmazon USABarnes and NobleSupport the showThe Red Eye Podcast is written by Kaylie Kay, and produced and narrated by Ally Murphy.To subscribe to the monthly newsletter and keep up to date with news, visit www.theredeyepod.com. Or find us on Facebook, YouTube, TikTok & Instagram @theredeyepod, for behind the scenes stories and those funny short stories that only take a minute or less!If you'd like to support the podcast you can "buy us a beer" and subscribe at https://www.buzzsprout.com/2310053/support, we'd be happy to give you a shout out on our newsletter!Ally Murphy is a former flight attendant, and a British voice over artist based in the USA, visit www.allymurphy.co.ukKaylie Kay is a flight attendant and author based in the UK. You can find more of her work at www.kayliekaywrites.comTo buy The Red Eye's first book click on the following links:Amazon UK Amazon USABarnes and Noble Other E Book Platforms

I'm not even sure where to start with the synopsis of this one.... It's a story so unbelievable that our poor writer has a very questionable search history since researching for this one.A cabin crew member is happy with her glamorous life, and glamorous sugar daddy boyfriend who spoils her with gifts. Until the day she wakes up feeling terrible and makes a horrific discovery.Music Credits for The Gift that Bit BackDesert Caravan - Aaron KennyCabron Club Music - Music by Praz Khanal from PixabaySound Effects by freesound_community from Pixabay Sound Effect by u_vr5icvkppa from PixabaySound Design by Ally MurphySend us a text! If you'd like a reply, please leave an email or number Kaylie has written 6 other fictional novels about the lives of cabin crew! Amazon UKAmazon USABarnes and NobleSupport the showThe Red Eye Podcast is written by Kaylie Kay, and produced and narrated by Ally Murphy.To subscribe to the monthly newsletter and keep up to date with news, visit www.theredeyepod.com. Or find us on Facebook, YouTube, TikTok & Instagram @theredeyepod, for behind the scenes stories and those funny short stories that only take a minute or less!If you'd like to support the podcast you can "buy us a beer" and subscribe at https://www.buzzsprout.com/2310053/support, we'd be happy to give you a shout out on our newsletter!Ally Murphy is a former flight attendant, and a British voice over artist based in the USA, visit www.allymurphy.co.ukKaylie Kay is a flight attendant and author based in the UK. You can find more of her work at www.kayliekaywrites.comTo buy The Red Eye's first book click on the following links:Amazon UK Amazon USABarnes and Noble Other E Book Platforms

One of the skills that Flight Attendants spend the most time training for, is the one you don't see very often! And thank goodness. Cabin Crew are trained in dealing with big emergencies, like plane crashes, where there may be multiple casualties. They're also trained in triage and giving emergency medical care for these big incidents.Here at The Red Eye, we hear more stories of the crew using those life-saving skill off the aircraft instead of on it. And this is one of those stories!When 3 crew, headed for a fun trip in LA, become the first on the scene of a major road traffic accident, their emergency skills training kicks in, and they set about saving lives till the paramedics can take over...Music Credits for The Roadside Rescue CrewDespite The Traffic - Wes HutchinsonGTA Type Beat - DyallaSound Effect by freesound_community from Pixabay Sound Effect by floraphonic from PixabaySound Effect by Stylianos Danezis from Send us a text! If you'd like a reply, please leave an email or number Kaylie has written 6 other fictional novels about the lives of cabin crew! Amazon UKAmazon USABarnes and NobleSupport the showThe Red Eye Podcast is written by Kaylie Kay, and produced and narrated by Ally Murphy.To subscribe to the monthly newsletter and keep up to date with news, visit www.theredeyepod.com. Or find us on Facebook, YouTube, TikTok & Instagram @theredeyepod, for behind the scenes stories and those funny short stories that only take a minute or less!If you'd like to support the podcast you can "buy us a beer" and subscribe at https://www.buzzsprout.com/2310053/support, we'd be happy to give you a shout out on our newsletter!Ally Murphy is a former flight attendant, and a British voice over artist based in the USA, visit www.allymurphy.co.ukKaylie Kay is a flight attendant and author based in the UK. You can find more of her work at www.kayliekaywrites.comTo buy The Red Eye's first book click on the following links:Amazon UK Amazon USABarnes and Noble Other E Book Platforms

Jen Moss and Roger Nairn, co-founders of Jar Audio, a Vancouver-based podcast company specializing in branded content. They discuss their backgrounds in radio and advertising, and how those experiences shaped their approach to podcasting for brands and nonprofits. The conversation explores the challenges of making branded podcasts that are authentic and audience-focused, rather than advertorial. Jen and Roger share insights on building trust, measuring engagement, and the importance of putting the audience first. They address the lack of funding for Canadian podcast content and their efforts to advocate for government support.JAR Audio are also advocating for Canadian podcast content, asking the current Liberal government to recognize the medium's potential and provide necessary funding for innovative storytelling. You can see and sign the letter here. I also ask Jen and Rob to discuss the integration of video in podcasting, the evolving role of AI in production, and the differences between radio and podcast formats. Listeners gain practical tips for improving sound quality and preparation, as well as a behind-the-scenes look at Jar Audio's creative process and industry advocacy.The listener survey can be found here. Complete it and I'll share with you, my Top 10 Podcast Hacks for 2025. Please sign up for the SOUNDING OFF Newsletter. Full of all the things you never knew what you were missing in your life.Both the Sound Off Podcast and The Podcast Superfriends are apart of The Open Podcast Prefix Project (OP3) A free and open-source podcast prefix analytics service committed to open data and listener privacy. You can be a nosey parker by checking out our downloads here.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

In Part 3 of our series on female climbers of the 1980s, we wrap up the decade with difficulty reaching new heights. We see a smart pattern start to emerge at the top of the pack as women realize how to leverage their unique strengths, and in doing so, they prove themselves with resounding success at the most futuristic crag in the world - Buoux.  In this episode we discuss Christine Gambert, Catherine Destivelle, Lynn Hill, Isabelle Pattisiere, as well as many women who were involved in the business and culture of climbing.  Listen to the Audio Stories from The Pinnacle Club. Check out our website for related episodes, resources and more! Join the Secret Stoners Club for FREE and get bonus episodes. ---------------------------------- Season Two is generously supported by Rab.  This episode is supported by Tension Climbing. Use code WRITTEN15 at checkout. Written in Stone is co-created with Power Company Climbing.