Comedy
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Fake Date, Real Disaster
Aarushi Sen Rivalry on Maple Street There were only two things Maya Verma loved more than cinnamon rolls: winning and watching Theo Fernandes lose. Which is why Monday morning began exactly the way she liked it—with Theo storming out of his café across the street, scowling at a batch of sunken muffins while Maya casually…
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The Great Delhi Samosa Caper
Neelesh Rao 1 Pooja Deshmukh stepped off the rickety auto-rickshaw and looked around the bustling streets of Old Delhi. The air was thick with the aroma of spices, fried food, and the faintest hint of incense. Her stomach rumbled in anticipation, but she pushed the hunger aside—today was about much more than food. She was…
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The Quirky Startup
Arjun Sharma Bangalore, the city where dreams are made—especially those involving startups and street food. For Ravi, Aarti, and Sandeep, it was a melting pot of both. The trio, childhood friends since their school days, had always been obsessed with one thing—food. But not just any food. They were street food enthusiasts. Their go-to hangouts…
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Curry Leaves and Chaos: The PG Chronicles
Ritika Rao 1 The building looked innocent enough from the outside—three floors of faded pink walls, a rusty blue gate, and a peeling nameplate that read Leelamma PG for Gents & Others. Rohan Nambiar stood at the gate with his duffel bag in one hand and a sinking feeling in his stomach. After a brutal…
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Meter Down, Morale Down
Rishi Mukherjee Part 1: The Booking Blunder Sayan Roy was many things—a decent copywriter, a loyal consumer of roadside egg rolls, and a devoted user of cab apps. What he was not, however, was punctual. This particular Tuesday morning in Kolkata was no different. The clock on his wall blinked a smug 8:42 AM as…
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The In-Laws of Instagram
Meher Ahuja Filter Wala Drama When Tanya clicked “Post” on her innocuous Sunday breakfast photo—croissants, coffee, sunshine streaming in—she had no idea that five minutes later, she’d be receiving a flurry of heart reacts, a cryptic “God bless you beta #StayPure” comment, and a DM from her mother-in-law asking why she wasn’t wearing sindoor.…
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Swipe Left for Sitar
Pritha Paul 1 Niharika Rao had precisely three rules in life: never eat cold idlis, never disrespect a raag, and never—ever—download a dating app. Unfortunately, on a humid Thursday morning in Bengaluru, two out of those three rules were broken. She sat cross-legged on her reed mat, sitar resting on her lap, and her forehead…
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The WhatsApp Family War
Nidhi Dikshit Chapter 1 It was a humid Tuesday morning in Pune, and the Dutta household was easing into its usual rhythm of post-breakfast inertia. In their modest 3BHK flat in Kothrud, Nana—Sudhir Dutta—sat cross-legged on his beige recliner, spectacles low on his nose, staring intensely at his smartphone. The television blared muted headlines in…
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Startup Sambar
Tanya Mehra Part 1: Swipe Left on Sanity Mehul Mehta was the kind of man who walked into cafés with the confidence of a founder but paid for coffee with borrowed Paytm credit. On the second Tuesday of February, as the Koramangala sun turned everyone into sweating overachievers, Mehul stood outside BeanBag Labs, a co-working…
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Mishra Family’s Puri Panic!
Renuka Chanda Chapter 1 It was early morning in the small town of Rewa, Madhya Pradesh. The Mishra household was in complete chaos. Shrikant Mishra, the head of the family, ran around the house holding the tickets like they were some ancient treasure. “Lalita! Did you pack the pickle? We cannot eat outside food every…
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Mic Drop Madness
Ravi Venkatesh Part 1: The Open Mic War Begins In the buzzing alleys of Bangalore, where biryani is a second religion and tech startups bloom faster than rain-soaked mushrooms, something curious had taken root—stand-up poetry. Not quite comedy, not quite theatre, and certainly not for the faint of vocabulary. By 2025, it had morphed into…
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The Bachelor Who Hired a Mother
Abhinav Sinha Chapter 1: Burnt Toast & Burnt Out Samar Bajaj had never seen a toaster explode. Until now. It was 7:42 AM on a perfectly miserable Monday morning in Bangalore. The rain was coming down like an overachiever, and Samar, dressed in a bathrobe and one sock, stood frozen in horror as his third…