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Travel Hacks: Making the Most of Your Matheran Hotel Stay at Adamo Resorts
Introduction The distinctive hospitality treasures Adamo the Resort and Adamo the Village are located in Matheran, a picturesque hill town in Maharashtra, India. These outstanding Matheran hotels provide exquisite lodging as well as the chance to completely savor the tranquility and solitude of this breathtaking location. To help you get the most out of your hotel stay, we’ll show you the beauty of Matheran and Adamo Resorts in our blog and provide you with some helpful travel information
By Sofia Benjamin2 years ago in Writers
What is Hippocampus?
The hippocampus is one of the most studied parts of the brain (the cerebral cortex) in the central nervous system of mammals. Because the shape is similar to the hippocampus, it is called the hippocampus. In the human brain, the hippocampus is mainly responsible for learning and memory. The short-term memory in daily life is stored in the hippocampus. If a memory segment, such as a phone number or a person is repeatedly mentioned in a short time, the hippocampus will be transferred to the cerebral cortex and become a permanent memory.
By Creative Diagnostics2 years ago in Writers
When I Decided to Become a Writer
At times, I envision the short life of the writer who inhabits my mind as that of a superhero, a fool in tights chasing a dream. And, like any self-respecting masked buffoon, he also has a captivating origin story. I have often found myself recounting it because I believe it explains how words began to matter in my life.
By Alessandro La Martina2 years ago in Writers
Sandy
The first story I ever wrote: I was in the 4th grade. I was not the type of kid that would take an assignment just the way it was given. I would always like to go 2 or 3 steps beyond what was said. For example, when asked to draw a picture of a house, in 3rd grade, I drew the floor plan and what the house would look like from different sides.
By David E. Perry2 years ago in Writers
My First Book Could Have Saved A Life
I found myself burnt out this morning when I went to write. I haven't written in days, and I know I need to keep it up or I'll lapse into another 5-month hiatus. And that can't happen because it'll prevent me from reaching my goals. So I stuck some music in my ears and contemplated why I'm feeling this way.
By Hope Martin2 years ago in Writers
Beneath the surface
In the bustling city of Lahore, Pakistan, lived a man named Ahmed. He was a hardworking laborer who toiled tirelessly beneath the scorching sun, his hands calloused and his back bowed from years of laboring on construction sites. He earned just enough to put food on the table for his family of four, but there was one dream that seemed perpetually out of reach: sending his children to school again.
By Sikandar Ali2 years ago in Writers
My Careless Mistake
In the bustling heart of New York City, where the rhythm of life beats with unforgiving intensity, I found myself caught in the whirlwind of a routine day. The city's energy was infectious, but it could also be overwhelming, pushing even the most vigilant individuals to make careless mistakes. Little did I know that one such error would soon set off a chain of events that would teach me a valuable lesson about the price of carelessness.
By Ayomide Richard2 years ago in Writers
The Quest for Identity
In the heart of a bustling metropolis, amidst the noise and chaos of modern life, lived a man named Samuel. To those who passed him on the crowded streets, he appeared like any other face in the urban crowd. But within, Samuel was tormented by a profound quest—a quest for his true identity.
By Jenkin Collin2 years ago in Writers
Disorderly Conduct
When I reached the fourth grade, I found myself in Georgia in an inner-city school. As the only "white girl" there, except for my cousin who was in kindergarten, my school life was difficult at best. I'd get up in the morning, work the farm, then get dressed for school. I walked down the dirt road to the bus stop and spent the next 7 hours defending myself. Life was just hard. My parents had recently split and it landed us in poverty-ville USA, on a piece of ground my mother's family endearingly called a farm, even though we barely grew anything more than dirt and misery.
By Veronica Coldiron2 years ago in Writers
