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    The Enigma of Dholavira

    Dhruv Acharya Chapter 1: The Forgotten City The sun beat down relentlessly on the parched landscape of Gujarat’s Kutch region as Ravi Sood stepped out of the jeep, his eyes fixed on the distant stone ruins of Dholavira rising like an ancient mirage from the cracked earth. Ravi had dreamed of this moment for years, ever since he’d first studied the maps and fragmented writings about this lost Harappan city, which had flourished some four thousand years ago before vanishing into silence. Around him, the air shimmered with heat, and the dry wind carried the scent of dust and salt…

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    The Final Objection

    Neelesh Arora Part 1: The Widow in Red The rain had begun at dusk, steady and indifferent, as if the city hadn’t just lost one of its most powerful women. Meher Singh lay sprawled across her marble floor, the crimson pooling around her head like a rose wilting in reverse. Her silk robe, the color of old rubies, glistened under the dim lights of her Walkeshwar apartment. The cordless landline still hung off the hook, mid-call to someone who’d never answered. Detective Inspector Jayant Rawte had seen worse in his years with the Mumbai Homicide Bureau, but something about this…

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    Bengal Mishti: A Sugary Chronicle

    Rituparna Ghosh Chapter 1: The Sweetest Soil The story of Bengal’s mishti begins not in a city sweet shop or royal palace, but in the soft, fertile fields where rice and sugarcane sway under a golden sun. Here, in the flat floodplains of the Ganges delta, nature gifted Bengal with everything needed to create sweetness—abundant water, rich soil, and a climate generous enough to grow grains, fruits, and palms. And so, long before the arrival of refined sugar or dairy-based sweets, Bengal already knew the art of celebrating with what it had: jaggery, coconut, and milk.   In ancient Bengal,…

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    History of Calcutta Rajbari

    Saikat Mukhopadhyay Chapter 1: Inheritance of Grandeur — The Origins of the Rajbaris The story of Calcutta’s Rajbaris is not merely one of brick and mortar, but of legacy, lineage, and layered histories. These grand mansions — part palatial residence, part theatre of power — stand today as architectural fossils of a vanished world. To trace their genesis is to delve into the complex sociopolitical metamorphosis of Bengal from a Mughal outpost to the beating heart of British India. The Rajbaris, or “royal houses,” were less about royalty and more about representation — of wealth, of colonial entanglement, and of…

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    Tides of Mahabalipuram

    Ambarish Sinha Chapter 1: The sun rose gently over the Bay of Bengal, casting a molten sheen on the restless waves as they curled and broke against the ancient rocks of Mahabalipuram. The salty breeze carried centuries of whispered legends, brushing past the weathered stone lions that stood guard along the Shore Temple. Dr. Anika Raman adjusted the strap of her field satchel as she stood on the sand, facing the sea with quiet reverence. Her boots left faint imprints on the damp shore, already beginning to fade beneath the incoming tide. The rhythmic crash of the surf sounded like…

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    The Bench by the Banyan

    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…

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    The Man Who Documented Silence

    Neha Dikshit Chapter 1: The Loudest Goodbye Mumbai never sleeps. Even at 3 a.m., the city sounds like it’s holding its breath before exhaling into chaos. The honking doesn’t stop, nor do the distant wails of ambulances or the occasional hum of trains cutting across the sleeping city like whispers through a crowded dream. Rajeev Menon sat on the edge of his bed in his 14th-floor apartment in Andheri, hands clenched tightly, heart pounding louder than any city noise. It had been three months since Anika died, but her absence still screamed louder than anything he could record. Rajeev was…