Sumit Chakraborty The Letter It arrived without a stamp, wrapped in an old envelope the colour of forgotten books. Arna Sen noticed it only after the lunch break, sitting neatly atop her desk at the Kolkata office of The Bangle Mirror, the online magazine where she wrote a column called Lost Bengal. Her readers expected stories of abandoned palaces, unnamed martyrs, haunted train tracks, and love that rotted in ruins. She delivered all of that with careful prose and light skepticism. But the letter was different. The handwriting was slanted, hesitant. No name. No address. Just one line: “Come find…

Kavya Narayan Chapter 1 The drive from Mumbai to Devkund was supposed to take six hours. For Ayaan Mehta and his crew, it took nearly nine. What began as a scenic journey into the Sahyadris soon turned into a bumpy crawl through winding forest roads, choked by mist and littered with fallen leaves. The monsoon had arrived early this year, and every twist of the mountain path seemed to whisper warnings the travelers couldn’t quite hear. Ayaan sat in the front seat of their rented Bolero, eyes fixed on the dirt road ahead. Behind him, Priya leafed through her research…