Comedy
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The Great Kolkata Picnic Blunder
Soumitra Deb 1 It was a lazy winter Sunday in south Kolkata—the kind where the sun was gentle enough to soften the edges of reality, the kind where even alarms gave up and let people sleep a little longer. In the modest Ghosh household of Lake Road, Mr. Biswajit Ghosh was already up by 7:30…
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The Great Sofa Heist
Pritam Mehta Chapter 1 The morning began with the sharp clanking of steel utensils and the hiss of a pressure cooker — routine sounds in the Pradhan household — but this time, there was something different in the air. Madhuri Pradhan stood in the middle of the living room, hands on her hips, eyes fixed…
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The Unfortunate Adventures of Mr. Biswas and the Wi-Fi Router
Amit Bhattacharya Chapter 1: The Morning the Lights Died It was a Thursday morning like any other in the quiet neighbourhood of Lakshmi Niwas Cooperative Housing Society. The air was already heavy with humidity and promise—promise of yet another gloriously uneventful day. Birds chirped, autos honked, and pressure cookers whistled in unison like they’d all…
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The Yoga Cult
Mridul Sharma 1 Aditi Sharma stared at her laptop screen as if sheer willpower could make the pending presentation design itself, but the only thing her willpower achieved was making her eye twitch for the third time that week. The Gurgaon office was as loud as ever — colleagues banged away at keyboards like they…
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Bai and Malkin Inc.
Avantika Deshpande Chapter 1: The Almond Milk Allegation “Sunitaaaa!” The shrillness of the voice pierced through three closed doors, one bathroom exhaust, and the sacred morning silence of the apartment. Sunita Bai didn’t flinch. She was elbow-deep in a stubborn sink full of greasy kadhi bowls. With the reflexes of someone who’d survived three decades…
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The Great Indian Flatmate Hunt
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…
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Flatmates Anonymous
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…
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Stocks & Shenanigans
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,…
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Mistakenly Yours
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…
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Flatmates and Other Natural Disasters
Aarav Malik The Flatmate Interview from Hell Neil Patel had never considered himself particularly unlucky. He had a stable job, a reliable (if slightly moldy) flat in West London, and a wardrobe that was ninety percent navy blue. But when his longtime flatmate Raj moved out—citing “creative differences” after one too many passive-aggressive notes about…
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The Great Curry Catastrophe
Deepak Sharma Chapter 1: If you had asked anyone in Pimplepur a month ago who Rajeev Banerjee was, they might’ve said, “Wasn’t he the boy who tried to bake a pizza on the car bonnet in Class 8?” Or, “Is he the one who added glitter to gulab jamuns thinking it was edible silver?” Yes.…
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A Corpse Called Monday
Rajiv Dubey Part 1 Monday mornings have a reputation for being soul-crushing. For Ramesh Tripathi, forty-two years old, rapidly balding, and spiritually bankrupt, this particular Monday was… something else. He woke up at 6:45 a.m., precisely two minutes after his alarm, which he had snoozed in a half-dream state. The fan was whirring, the neighbours…