• English - Fiction

    Flavours of the Forgotten Lane

    June 16, 2025 - By 

    Abeer Khurana The Man with the Empty Tiffin Every day at exactly 2:15 p.m., after the lunch crowd had dispersed and the oil had cooled in the karahis, a man in a faded brown kurta appeared at the entrance of Parathewali Gali with an empty tiffin and a look that was hard to read. His beard was trimmed but uneven, his eyes carried the weight of too many forgotten memories, and his slippers had long lost the war with the cobbled Old Delhi stones. He never ordered from the menu. Instead, he would quietly lean into the counter of the…

  • Comedy - English

    The Great Indian Flatmate Hunt

    June 16, 2025 - By 

    Kabir Banerjee One Mihir Sen’s life had always hovered somewhere between barely-functioning adulthood and low-key disaster, but even he didn’t expect to be evicted on a Sunday morning because of a bag of popcorn. It had started innocently enough. The flat was silent, his flatmate Advaith was off at one of his weekend silent retreats in Coorg, and Mihir, in his red checkered boxers and a Bob Marley T-shirt that hadn’t been washed in a week, decided to reward himself with a Netflix binge and some butter popcorn. But fate, as always, had other plans. The microwave had conked off…

  • English - Travel

    Echoes in the Silence

    June 16, 2025 - By 

    Kirit Thakur Chapter 1: The sky above Mumbai was a thick grey shroud as Arjun Sen stood beside the smoldering pyre, his hands clenched loosely around a copper urn still warm from the priest’s touch. The funeral had been quiet—his mother silent behind dark glasses, a few distant relatives murmuring awkward condolences—but Arjun barely registered any of it. His father’s sudden death from a cardiac arrest had stunned him into a kind of passive numbness. Only the sound of the fire crackling in the crematorium pierced the quiet of his thoughts. He’d never imagined this moment coming so soon, and…

  • English - Non- Fiction

    The Bench by the Banyan

    June 16, 2025 - By 

    Amit Bhattacharya 1 I arrived in Pune on a Thursday morning, the kind of morning where the sun rises reluctantly, peeking through gauzy clouds like a child waking from sleep. The railway station buzzed with quiet urgency—porters dragging luggage, chai vendors chanting their rhythmic calls, mothers herding children in half-sleep, and the occasional clatter of metal from the stalls that never really closed the night before. I stepped out with a small suitcase, a laptop bag, and a mind still echoing with boardroom jargon and Slack pings. After seven years in a Bengaluru tech firm, I had resigned with no…

  • English - Travel

    Miles and Pawprints

    June 16, 2025 - By 

    Karan Mehta The Road Begins in Mumbai The smell of old books and rain hung in the air of Arjun’s flat as he sealed the last cardboard box. It was strange how quickly a life could pack itself away—eight years of a job, two failed relationships, a pile of unread journals, and a dog who never left his side. Simba watched quietly from his corner, tail swishing slowly across the tile. The golden retriever was almost six, with a slight limp in his left leg from a puppyhood injury. Arjun liked to think that limp made Simba more human, more…

  • Comedy - English

    Flatmates Anonymous

    June 16, 2025 - By 

    Chapter 1 It all began on a Tuesday afternoon, the kind of day where even your tea tastes like it’s mocking your life choices. Samir “Sam” Mehta sat slumped at his aunt’s dining table, one slipper off, laptop open, staring at a blank Google Doc that refused to turn into the article his editor had demanded three days ago. Outside, a dog barked rhythmically as if keeping time with his failure. Inside, his aunt was blasting a 90s soap opera on full volume, which made it nearly impossible to think, let alone write. His only refuge was his headphone’s noise-canceling…

  • Crime - English

    The Vanishing of Viraj Mehta

    June 16, 2025 - By 

    Chapter 1:  It was the sort of evening that wrapped Mumbai in a damp silence—one of those monsoon nights when the rain doesn’t roar, but hisses steadily, like a whisper of secrets meant to be hidden. The streetlights near Colaba Causeway flickered through the drizzle, casting shimmering reflections across the wet tarmac. Viraj Mehta, the 42-year-old diamond merchant with a reputation as clean as the stones he traded, checked his Rolex for the fourth time as he exited his office building. He had ended his day like any other: signing off ledger sheets, taking calls from Dubai, and checking shipments…

  • Comedy - English

    Stocks & Shenanigans

    June 16, 2025 - By 

    Siddharth Bhattacharjee Part 1 Monday mornings had a peculiar smell at Dalal Street—part anxiety, part ambition, and a solid dose of stale filter coffee. For Rudra Sen, senior broker at Kothari & Sons Securities (no Kothari worked there anymore), it also smelled like danger. Not because of the stock market, but because his ancient laptop, nicknamed “Laxmi”, had a tendency to start only on alternate days. Today, unfortunately, was not one of them. Rudra’s day began, as always, with a lecture from his boss, a man with a moustache thick enough to have its own Aadhaar card. “Sen, Sensex is…

  • Comedy - English

    Mistakenly Yours

    June 15, 2025 - By 

    Kabir Sanyal Part 1 It all started with a sandwich. Not the fancy kind with pesto and sun-dried tomatoes, but a simple, over-grilled aloo tikki sandwich that arrived with the wrong name scribbled on the delivery bag. To Ritu. Nayan stared at it, confused. He had ordered a classic cheese sandwich, and his name, in bold caps, was clearly Nayan. But the delivery guy was already halfway down the stairs, humming a Punjabi tune. Nayan sighed and peeled the sticker. Hunger won. Five buildings away, a woman named Ritu sat cross-legged on her balcony, staring into her phone with equal…

  • Crime - English

    The Last Wave at Palolem

    June 15, 2025 - By 

    Vivaan Sharma The Body on the Shore The waves crashed softly against the rocks, their rhythm almost meditative under the hazy early morning sun. Palolem Beach was just beginning to wake—fishermen pulling in their nets, yoga teachers arranging mats on the sand, tourists stretching and sipping on bitter black coffee from the shacks. And then the scream. It sliced through the humid air like a blade. A local boy had found her—curled on her side near the rocky edge of the shore, half-buried in sand, her hair tangled with seaweed. At first glance, it looked like she had been sleeping.…