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Discover your next daily puzzle addiction

If you've conquered Wordle and are looking for your next daily puzzle fix, we've got you covered. The "dle" phenomenon has spawned incredible creative spin-offs that test everything from your geography knowledge to your movie expertise. Here are 7 brilliantly crafted Wordle clones that will become your new daily rituals.

🗺️ Capitale: The Global Geography Challenge

Test your global IQ, one capital at a time.

Think you know your world capitals? Capitale puts your geography knowledge to the test in a clean, Wordle-style format. Each day brings a new capital city to identify, with the same satisfying color-coded feedback system. Perfect for travelers, map enthusiasts, and anyone who wants to brush up on their global knowledge.

I've played every day for two weeks and finally stopped confusing Latvia with Lithuania!

🎬 Plotle: Where Emoji Become Movie Magic

Where 🎬 emoji become the ultimate movie quiz

Plotle delivers the most creative movie challenge you'll find. Six carefully chosen emojis tell the entire story of a famous film. Can you decode 🚢❤️🌌🎼➡️👵 (Hint: Think 1997 blockbuster)? It's astonishing how much story can be packed into six tiny pictures.

Some are obvious, some make you feel brilliantly stupid when you finally get them. Perfect for movie nights!

🌟 Celebrile: The Celebrity Unmasking Game

Unmask the famous face from cryptic clues

Celebrile starts with vague hints and gradually reveals more specific information about a famous person. From "Oscar-nominated in 2015" to "Starred in both Marvel and DC universes," the progressive clues make you feel like a detective piecing together celebrity clues.

📚 Literale: A Book Lover's Dream

The opening line to your next literary obsession.

Literale begins with a book's famous first sentence. Stumped? Reveal clues like the author, publication year, or plot points. It's like having a book club in puzzle form, and you might just discover your next favorite read in the process.

I've added three books to my reading list just from playing Literale this week!

📜 Historidle: Piece Together the Past

Connect the dates, unlock the past.

Historidle turns history into an investigative puzzle. You're given three seemingly random dates and must deduce what historical event or figure connects them. As you request hints, you'll get context about each date until the historical picture becomes clear.

Finally found a history game that doesn't feel like a textbook. The date-connecting mechanic is genius!

🎵 Songle: Name That Tune, One Lyric at a Time

Name that tune, one lyric at a time.

Songle starts with a single, often-misleading lyric and reveals more lines with each incorrect guess. That opening line about "a full commitment" isn't necessarily about relationships (looking at you, Rick Astley). Music lovers and lyric trivia experts will find this endlessly addictive.

🔤 Synonymle: The Word Nerd's Paradise

Find the word that connects them all.

Synonymle presents words that are all semantically related to a secret target word. It's less about spelling and more about understanding nuance and meaning. If you love words, thesaurus diving, and linguistic challenges, this is your new addiction.

Why These Games Hook Us

What makes these Wordle clones so compelling isn't just their familiar format—it's how they tap into our love for specific knowledge domains. Whether you're a film buff, history geek, or bookworm, there's a daily puzzle that speaks to your passions while maintaining that perfect "just one more" gameplay loop.

Ready to play? All these games are free to play in your browser, with new puzzles dropping daily. Which one will become your new obsession? 

If you’re a history buff or just love a good brain teaser, Triviaah.com is your new go-to for daily entertainment. Launched to captivate curious minds, this site offers daily quizzes on historical events at https://triviaah.com/today-in-history, refreshed every day to keep you hooked. Here’s why Triviaah.com is so addictive.

First, the daily refresh keeps things exciting. Each day, you get a new set of questions tied to significant historical moments, from ancient battles to modern milestones. This ever-changing content ensures there’s always something fresh to learn, making it hard to resist checking in daily. Whether it’s the fall of empires or the birth of icons, every quiz is a bite-sized history lesson.

Second, Triviaah’s quizzes are designed for instant gratification. With quick questions, immediate answers, and detailed explanations, you’re not just testing your knowledge—you’re expanding it. The interactive format turns learning into a game, appealing to both casual players and trivia enthusiasts. It’s satisfying to see how much you know (or didn’t know!) about the past.

Finally, the personalized touch sets Triviaah apart. Quizzes are tailored to your local date, making the experience feel uniquely yours. The site’s clean design and easy navigation make jumping into a quiz effortless, encouraging you to return day after day.

At just a few minutes a day, Triviaah.com transforms your curiosity into a daily habit. It’s not just a quiz site—it’s a fun, educational escape that keeps you coming back for more. Dive into history and see why Triviaah.com is irresistibly addictive

Words fly left...words fly right...fluttering white wings like kabootars across my private blue sky. With the grace of a Lucknowi nawaab I keep clapping as each one of them out ventures out of their cage on their chartered flight path.

The secret to gracefully let them go is knowing the fact that they'll come back to their safe abode. It's too predicably cozy to be missed for the of the uncertainaties of the wild wild world out there. The concept of coziness have been programmed carefully in their genes for generations. That makes me confident that my kabootars will return back to my white pages with the smell of sunshine, clouds and raindrops gathered from the skies.

But what happens if the programme breaks down -- if the uncertainities are too tempting than the predictabilities. Will my blank page remain blank forever ?

Labels: whimzical

I really feel sorry for all the married folks that keep on saying "I've have had my share of enjoyment". Boss, the biggest worry is you are using past perfect tense. And that's what doesn't make any sense to some-one who still oscillates between the question of "To Biye or not to Biye ?".

But my hats off to the rare few whom I happen to meet on occasions where alcohol makes "a sober man's secret a druken man's speech". And when they say "Life's is always on the offering side...it's as a taker we are the ones still confused on what we need...and that's where we put on our sad masks" -- I still feel there's still hope and finish off my peg before calling the waiter for "One more whisky please"

It gives me a sense that there's hope knowing tomorrow there'll be sunrise, chirping birds, children playing amidst grassy meadows, while I nurse my worst hangover.

Certain things never change...till the Armagaedon hits the third rock from the Sun

Labels: rant

After kicking on the frame for more than ten-fifteen minutes, the door creaked open. The torch light focused as a beam piercing the darkness accumulated on the intricate geometries of the hanging cobwebs.

Is this what he was expecting?
Is this what he had sweated for so long?
Is it really worth it?

The questions were clouding him, as he stepped in for further exploration. The inside of the room was much-much bigger than he had speculated from earlier. And there were similar looking containers, rather cubical boxes of different dimensions - all piled up. While some of these containers were arranged in perfect geometry, others lay in random order. Even if that arrangement signified anything meaningful, he was entirely clueless about where to begin.

All he needed was to pick up the correct container, open it with the key he was given, check out the contents and return with the information. The challenge to this simple task was identifying the container among countless similar ones. The task was made even complex by the fact that the key to the container, that he held in his hand, if inserted into incorrect keyhole might mess up the entire contents of that box.

The consequence to that event has never been known but has been estimated to be a dangerous one. He was told that specifically when being handed the key. And he had to get out in time, or else he would require help to get out which was neither guaranteed nor reliable.

He was looking at the endless stack of cuboids, thinking of where to begin in this huge cubic trap, when he just happen to tapp gently on the box he was staring at. May be this reaction on his part was something quite involuntary or may be it was something out the wilderness of instincts. But the rationale was unimportant as the next moment there was a shrill high pitched deafning scream that came out of the box. The combined effect of the surroundings and shrillness of the pitch send a cold shiver across his spine as he stumbled on the neighbouring stack.

The lid of the box where his foot hit, cracked for a spilt second before closing again before oozing out a tiny whisp of vapour that hit his nose. The smell that came out was definitely not of any flower but one of the costiliest musk he had sampled at some airport duty free shop. What was the name starting with R, he was thinking, when he understood the sequence of the stacking. There were storage of sound, smell, vision and may be who knows touch...all he needed to do was to identify the correct set of boxes. So effectively the key he had, even if inserted into one of them will open all the four of them simultaneously. The only choice he had to make which of the senses to go for -- sound or smell.

He decided to go for the sound as he franatically tapped on the boxes from the stack which he identified as the sound storage. After going through conversations in whispers to shouts, nastiest curses to the wonderful music....he heard the female voice he was looking for. He inserted the flat key into the slot and waited breathlessly for the next sequence. As the light from the four opening boxes on four sides glowed on his face, you could see the sense of achievement on his face. Intently opening his senses to the contents of the four boxes, he saw what he was looking for just a few seconds before his timer device reminded him to run for the closing doors.

"You know what I like about you -- not only you get it done everytime but the element of drama you bring in your assignment ", his smiling client said while they exchanged whatever they had in their possesion.He passed on the information the client was looking for and the client gave him proof of the debit transaction to his credit account. The Dreamcatcher said dryly "Peeking into other's brains is not so fanciful as I thought. If it was not for the big money that you offer I would not have done it. For your information I am still working on the best of the visualisations -- the haunted house scene definitely suits the creepiness of my first job. Let me know next time you need me".

And in some other room in the hotel, someone very famous slept peacefully not knowing that the net result of the transaction that was going on one of his treasured private memory would no longer be so private. The irony was that the sophistacated memory probing was discovered by government scientists for criminal investigation. But pretty soon the rouge dream-catchers who found out a way to obtain this technology becane the favourites of all the paparazzis. After all there was no shortage of readers who will pay any amount to subscribe to news sources that let them have a peek at their favourite star's closted life.

The reporter shook hands with the dream-catcher and said "Surely, next time I want you to find out who was the lucky bastard in her high school that our heart-throb actress was sleeping with when she lost her virginity. The fees will be double the usual".

Labels: fiction

Is this what I'm supposed to be doing ?

Never in my job-profile had you ever mentioned ass-licking is a pre-requisite...never. I thought my work was to ensure the crap IT systems you bill your customers obscenely, atleast meets half their demands. And I did it quite well, until I found out that was not the way up the ladder. Lemme tell you one thing straight - It's too crowded at the middle, with anyone strong enough to hold at the bottom. So when the ladder gives in and you pile up in heaps, make sure you've enough cushions to fall on. Don't count me in, for I'll be at the bars, busy in celebration.

Is this what I'm supposed to be doing ?

Never in our relationship, you said that my opinion would be taken for granted. Nodding at all your whims and fancies, now it hurts terribly in my neck everytime I look up. Maybe that's why I rarely get to see the moon. May be that's why I rarely have the desire to fly. But the wings keep on flapping....may be one day when the winds are in my favour....

Is this what I'm supposed to be doing ?

Standing in front of the mirror, seeing my own reflection, nourishing a bit of hopelessness that soon turns to disgust while I roll up the joint. A couple of puffs and I'm again in love with me. Earlier I never thought that addiction was the door out, but atleast it soothes. I'm eagerly waiting for the killer hiding behind the haze to pounce on me someday. With luck I might see my eyes on the steel blade before it takes the plunge down my chest. My throbbing heart will bleed for none. I wonder will there be a flash-back before the eternal black-out. What memories will they play ?

Extracts from How to Write a Damn Good Novel by James N. Frey :

Fictional characters homo fictus are not, however, identical to flesh-and-blood human beings homo sapiens. One reason for this is that readers wish to read about the exceptional rather than the mundane. Readers demand that homo fictus be more handsome or ugly, ruthless or noble, vengeful or forgiving, brave or cowardly, and so on, than real people are. Homo fictus has hotter passions and colder anger; he travels more, fights more, loves more, changes more, has more sex. Lots more sex. Homofictus has more of everything. Even if he is plain, dull, and boring, he'll be more extraordinary in his plainness, dullness, and boringness than his real-life counterparts.

Real human beings are fickle, contrary, wrong-headed -- happy one minute, despairing the next, at times changing emotions as often as they take a breath. Homo fictus, on the other hand, may be complex, may be volatile, even mysterious, but he's always fathomable. When he isn't, the reader closes the book, and that's that. Another reason the two species are not identical is that, because of space limitations, homo fictus is simpler, just as life is more simple in a story than it is in the real world.

Got to finish the book for more insights. May be I will start writing more readable posts or worse. In any case I now know why I read more trashes than classic. Because despite the twists-n-turns in the plots the characters are always fathomable for intellectually challenged people like me. Definitely makes me feel better now.