Tushar Samanta 1 The leash still hung on the wooden peg behind the door—looped neatly, as if Bruno might return any moment and nose it with the soft thump of his tail. But the house knew better. It echoed differently now, like it, too, had fallen silent since Sukrit stopped speaking. The once-lively mornings, when Bruno’s barks woke up the sleepy sun and Sukrit raced him to the kitchen for treats, had been replaced by a strange stillness. The boy who used to talk to butterflies and name the clouds had now become a shadow in his own home. He…
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Soma Sen Chapter 1: The Ink That Blurs Souvik Khurana hated the sound of pens scratching against paper. To most people, it was nothing more than a background noise—a classroom lullaby of sorts—but to him, it was a cruel reminder of how far behind he always was. The letters on the page swam before his eyes, shifting, twisting, smudging themselves into shapes that looked like words but refused to be read. The old classroom in North Campus smelled of musty books, spilled coffee, and ambition. Dust danced in the afternoon light pouring in through the broken blinds of the Arts…
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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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Reyan D’Souza The First Red Light It began, as many quiet revolutions do, with something small. Aria was running late again—not disastrously, not enough to be fired—but just enough to skip breakfast, mutter at the broken coffee machine in her apartment building, and step onto the pavement at exactly 7:58 a.m., breathless. The traffic light in front of her office glowed a fierce red, holding back the swarm of pedestrians like a patient conductor. That was when she saw him. Standing across the street, half in shadow, half in light, holding a book in one hand and a bag slung…
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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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Meenakshi Varadhan Threads of Destiny The sun had barely touched the morning mist that hung over the mountains of Sichuan, casting a pale silver hue over the fields of mulberry trees. In the heart of a humble village nestled beside the Yangtze River, a girl named Lian stirred awake before the rooster’s crow. Her fingers, long and slender like the silk strands she wove, were already twitching to touch the loom. Lian was seventeen, quiet-eyed, and often mistaken for a spirit-child by villagers for the way she disappeared into the forest and returned with silkworm cocoons and strange patterns of…
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Anwesha Sen Chapter One: The Body in the Bay The Arabian Sea had always been Mumbai’s silent witness. It swallowed whispers, swallowed screams, and, sometimes, gave back what it could not digest. On that brittle winter morning, it gave back a body. A low fog hugged the coastline at Worli Sea Face, where joggers paused mid-stride, watching with pale faces as police tape flapped in the wind. The sky, still blushing with dawn, turned grim as sirens pierced the calm. ACP Bikash Patra stood silently, arms crossed, his face still as stone. A lean man in his late thirties with…
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Rudra Sen Chapter 1: The Arrival The moors stretched endlessly, cloaked in a veil of mist that clung low to the earth, as though the land itself held its breath. The carriage creaked along the gravel path, its wheels crunching through the frost-laced ground. Inside, Elena Blackwood sat with gloved hands clasped tightly in her lap, her gaze fixed out the window. Her reflection shimmered faintly on the glass, pale and ghostlike against the gray sky. Beside her, Arthur sat in silence, his expression unreadable. “It’s just ahead,” he said quietly, as though afraid the wind might overhear. As the…
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Niladri Ghosh One The snow-capped peaks of the lower Himalayas glittered like shattered glass under a late October sun as the authors began arriving one by one at The Elmswood Literary Retreat, a secluded luxury property perched above the sleepy town of Mashobra. Surrounded by deodar forests and mountain silence, the Elmswood looked like it had stepped out of a Wes Anderson film—high ceilings, golden oak floors, art-deco lamps, and fireplaces that crackled with designer flame logs. It was Maaya Kapoor who arrived first, stepping out of her chauffeur-driven SUV in a cream pashmina and oversized sunglasses that didn’t quite…
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Subhankar Roy The Face in the Mirror In the clay-walled room of his mud house, Gokul sat cross-legged before a cracked mirror, the bristles of his paintbrush trembling slightly as he dipped it into a pot of red. The morning sun filtered through a bamboo blind, casting lines across his bare chest. Today, he would become Hanuman. With practiced hands, he painted white strokes over his brow, outlined his eyes in black, and added bold red lips. The paint smelled of turmeric and earth. It was the scent of his childhood, of his father’s hands guiding his tiny fingers to…