Neel Chakravarti Chapter 1 – The Arrival The airplane touched down at Indira Gandhi International just before dawn, the windows fogging from the sudden change of air. Kabir Malhotra leaned his forehead against the glass, watching Delhi’s tarmac blur into a pale mist. The stewardess announced the temperature outside—five degrees—and Kabir almost smiled. Five degrees in Delhi was a different world altogether, neither the shivering Himalayan frost nor the coastal damp of Mumbai, but a peculiar kind of stillness: the city wrapped in a shawl of its own smoke and silence. By the time he collected his single suitcase and…
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Arjun Mehta Chapter 1 – The Final Departure The storm came in without warning, the kind of Mumbai monsoon that split the city into islands of survival. Streets drowned, taxis stalled like dying fish, and yet the lifeline of the city—the suburban trains—kept moving, dragging weary commuters through sheets of rain. At Churchgate station, the loudspeaker was already crackling about delays, though no one really listened. People had learned to treat delays like background noise, like the endless vendors selling umbrellas at triple their price. But on that night, when the rain lashed glass windows and lightning turned the platforms…
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Anik Roy Chapter 1 – The Passenger List The call came just after midnight, when Delhi’s power grid seemed to hesitate in the humid air and the fan above Rhea Mukherjee’s desk spun on with a wheeze. She had been staring at the blinking cursor of a half-finished article, something forgettable about municipal corruption that her editor had already threatened to cut, when the unknown number appeared on her phone. The voice on the other end was muffled, unsteady, as though the caller was speaking from inside a tunnel. “You cover railways, don’t you?” the man asked. Rhea straightened in…
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Rudra Sen Chapter 1 – The Quantum Forests The forest had never been silent, not even in the hours when the city of Varanasi held its breath between night and dawn. The ghats along the Ganges shimmered faintly with the last oil lamps of ritual, their flames fragile against the heavy mist, while the alleys beyond were empty of footsteps, shutters drawn tight. But inside the vast enclosure of the Varanasi Banyan Complex, there was no silence. The earth hummed. The air pulsed. It was a sound older than the city, yet entirely artificial, a vibration that carried through the…
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Rajat Kapur Part 1 – The Arrival The train had been late by two hours, monsoon clouds pressing down against the old glass windows of Ernakulam Junction, making everything smell of wet earth and fried banana chips. Aarav Mehta stepped out with his suitcase in one hand, briefcase in the other, shirt collar sticking slightly to his neck from the humidity he had not yet learned to tolerate. Delhi had its own brutal weather, but this was different, a heavy curtain of air that carried salt, rain, and something he could not name. He scanned the crowded platform, searching for…
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Arvind Sen Part 1 – Boarding from the West October in New York is always sharper than one expects. The cold doesn’t announce itself in long winter winds but slips in with small betrayals—the sting in the air when you step out of the subway, the sudden bitterness of coffee that seemed warm enough just yesterday, the leaves crackling underfoot before their time. On the morning of my departure, I stood by my apartment window in Queens, suitcase zipped and waiting like an obedient child, and watched the early commuters hurry past in coats and scarves. Their world was turning…
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Rhea Mukherjee Part 1 – Shashthi: The First Glimpse The city had begun to wear its annual costume, and Anirban felt as though he had walked into a memory painted brighter than life itself. College Street was strung with banners, fairy lights hung like constellations caught in the wires, and the air smelled of shiuli blossoms crushed underfoot, mixing with the sharp scent of incense and fried snacks. He hadn’t been here for Durga Puja in three years, not since he had taken that job in Bangalore and left behind everything familiar—his friends, his family, and Ishita. The cab he…
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Rishabh Sen Episode 1 – The Key in the Dust The old mansion on College Street stood between two bookstalls like an unwelcome intruder in a crowded marketplace. Its façade leaned as though tired of holding its own weight, blackened with soot and rain. Once it must have been a proud colonial house with verandahs, high arched windows, and a tall iron gate. Now, the gate sagged on its hinges, its bars eaten by rust, and the windows wore shutters nailed from the inside. Even in the middle of the afternoon, when the book market throbbed with students shouting for…
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Sujoy Roy Chowdhury Chapter 1: Arrival in the City of Joy Alex stepped off the plane at Netaji Subhas Chandra Bose International Airport with a sense of excitement buzzing inside him. He had read countless travel blogs about Kolkata’s Durga Puja, but nothing could have prepared him for the sight that greeted him the moment he arrived. The terminal itself was decorated with banners showcasing the festival—bright reds, golds, and oranges, images of the goddess Durga in all her glory, and the words “Welcome to the City of Joy” beaming from every corner. Outside the airport, the humid October air…
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Rohit Agarwala 1 The journey from Bangalore to Goa felt like a quiet escape for her, though the weight in her chest did not let go so easily. She had left behind not just the chaos of the city but also a relationship that had once defined her days and dreams. As the bus wound through narrow coastal roads, the salty breeze drifting through the window carried with it a promise of something lighter, something unspoken. When she finally arrived, the sight of the sea stretching endlessly before her felt almost unreal. The turquoise waves lapped against the sand as…