Neel Chakravarti Chapter 1 – The Arrival The airplane touched down at Indira Gandhi International just before dawn, the windows fogging from the sudden change of air. Kabir Malhotra leaned his forehead against the glass, watching Delhi’s tarmac blur into a pale mist. The stewardess announced the temperature outside—five degrees—and Kabir almost smiled. Five degrees in Delhi was a different world altogether, neither the shivering Himalayan frost nor the coastal damp of Mumbai, but a peculiar kind of stillness: the city wrapped in a shawl of its own smoke and silence. By the time he collected his single suitcase and…
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Rajat Kapur Part 1 – The Arrival The train had been late by two hours, monsoon clouds pressing down against the old glass windows of Ernakulam Junction, making everything smell of wet earth and fried banana chips. Aarav Mehta stepped out with his suitcase in one hand, briefcase in the other, shirt collar sticking slightly to his neck from the humidity he had not yet learned to tolerate. Delhi had its own brutal weather, but this was different, a heavy curtain of air that carried salt, rain, and something he could not name. He scanned the crowded platform, searching for…
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Rhea Mukherjee Part 1 – Shashthi: The First Glimpse The city had begun to wear its annual costume, and Anirban felt as though he had walked into a memory painted brighter than life itself. College Street was strung with banners, fairy lights hung like constellations caught in the wires, and the air smelled of shiuli blossoms crushed underfoot, mixing with the sharp scent of incense and fried snacks. He hadn’t been here for Durga Puja in three years, not since he had taken that job in Bangalore and left behind everything familiar—his friends, his family, and Ishita. The cab he…
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Rohit Agarwala 1 The journey from Bangalore to Goa felt like a quiet escape for her, though the weight in her chest did not let go so easily. She had left behind not just the chaos of the city but also a relationship that had once defined her days and dreams. As the bus wound through narrow coastal roads, the salty breeze drifting through the window carried with it a promise of something lighter, something unspoken. When she finally arrived, the sight of the sea stretching endlessly before her felt almost unreal. The turquoise waves lapped against the sand as…
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Mridul Sharma Rhea stepped off the train at Madgaon station, her city-weary eyes widening as the first monsoon drops kissed her cheeks. The air in Goa was thick with the scent of wet earth and salt, a combination that seemed to cleanse the dust and stress clinging to her from months of relentless deadlines. The usual din of Delhi—honking cars, shouting vendors, and the unending pulse of urgency—was replaced by a soft, hypnotic symphony of raindrops pattering on tin roofs and leaves trembling under the weight of water. Every corner of the small station seemed alive with the season’s lush…
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Prabir Arora The first chapter of the story plunges the reader straight into the heart of a lavish South Mumbai wedding, a world that Diya, an introverted and somewhat socially awkward book editor, finds both dazzling and suffocating. From the moment she steps into the sprawling banquet hall, she is overwhelmed by the kaleidoscope of colors, sparkling sequins, and the constant hum of chatter and laughter. Every corner is crowded with impeccably dressed guests, eager to showcase their latest outfits and perfect social media selfies. Diya feels out of place, a silent observer in this whirlwind of glamour, her discomfort…
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Ria Mukherjee Episode 1: The First Beat of the Dhaak The city was already stirring with the rhythm of autumn. By late September, Kolkata had begun to smell different—air thick with the sweetness of shiuli blossoms, streets filling with bamboo scaffolds, and paints drying on vast clay structures that would soon transform into gods and goddesses. For Anirban, this season had always meant a sense of homecoming, even though he had never really left the city. Every lane seemed alive with anticipation, and every face carried a hint of secret joy. Durga Puja was not just a festival; it was…
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Hrittik Ghosh 1 Kolkata had transformed into a city of shimmering lights and rhythmic chaos, where every street seemed to pulse with life. The air was thick with the fragrance of incense mingling with the irresistible aroma of steaming puchkas, kathi rolls, and mishti from the countless food stalls lining the thoroughfares. The cacophony of dhak drums, laughter, and devotional chants blended into a symphony unique to Durga Puja, drawing both locals and visitors into its vibrant rhythm. Neon lights bounced off the wet pavements from an occasional monsoon drizzle, adding a glimmering sheen to the city. Ornate pandals, each…
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Anaya Kapoor Part 1: Return in the Rain The plane touched down in Mumbai just as the first spell of the monsoon had begun to break across the city, the tarmac glistening with that familiar shimmer of water and oil mixing into tiny rainbow puddles. Aditi pressed her forehead against the cool oval window, watching the drizzle streak across the glass, and for a moment she was sixteen again, rushing home from school in a wet uniform, her shoes squelching, her mother scolding her to change quickly before she caught a cold. Ten years had passed since she had left…
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Saanvi Roy Episode 1 – The Photograph The city was still shaking off the heat of late afternoon when Maya pushed her way through the crowded lanes of Chandni Chowk. Dust hung in the air like an invisible veil, clinging to her hair and the white kurta she had foolishly chosen to wear that morning. She stopped at the familiar tea stall near the booksellers, a place where she often came after long days at the architecture firm. The stall was old, its tin roof dented, its wooden counter stained with years of spilled chai, but she liked the chaos…