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    The Second Cup

    August 2, 2025 - By 

    Aanya Rhodes Part 1: First Rain It started with the sound of rain. Not the polite kind that kissed rooftops and trickled down windowpanes, but the insistent, wild kind that arrived with thunder in its bones and an unspoken promise of upheaval. The kind of rain that didn’t ask before entering your life — it just came. Naina Joshi leaned against the polished wood of the café counter, her fingers curled around a half-empty ceramic mug, the cinnamon dust long settled. Outside, the street shimmered under the weight of the downpour. Mist swirled like secrets across the glass, blurring the…

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    Second Chance in the City

    July 31, 2025 - By 

    Ria Malhotra Part 1: Monsoon Mornings The rain had arrived early in Mumbai this year. Not the aggressive, stormy kind, but a soft drizzle that hung like a veil between the living and the past. The street outside “Chapter & Chai” glistened under the dull gold of the morning light, and the faint aroma of wet earth seeped through the bookstore’s open windows. Ananya adjusted the handwritten sign near the entrance: Today’s Brew: Masala Chai & Murakami Underneath it, she scribbled in smaller letters: Umbrellas welcome. So are old friends. It wasn’t just marketing—it was habit. Ever since her daughter,…

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    Chai, Sweat & Secrets

    July 30, 2025 - By 

    Sanjana Kaul 1 The Bengaluru sun pierced through the glass walls of the co-working space like a daily ritual, washing the industrial-chic interiors in gold. Tanya Rao stood at the head of the long wooden conference table, sleeves rolled up, jaw tight, the glow of her smartwatch reflecting her rising heart rate. Another pitch meeting loomed, another investor to impress, and her team was scrambling to pull the demo together. Her co-founder, Rishi, had the audacity to be late—again. “Just wait, you’ll like him,” he had texted about the new UX designer joining today. Tanya didn’t care. She didn’t have…

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    The Monsoon Retreat

    July 29, 2025 - By 

    Leena Iyer 1 The train slid into the Konkan station just as the sky began to gather weight. Rhea stepped down with her backpack slung across one shoulder, her camera case banging gently against her hip. The air was thick with the smell of wet earth and seaweed, as if the land itself was waiting to exhale. She hadn’t told anyone she was coming here—not her friends, not her ex, not even her editor. Gokarna was meant to be anonymous, a soft, green escape with coconut trees swaying and time ticking at its own pace. She hailed a rickshaw and…

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    Saffron Kisses

    July 29, 2025 - By 

    Ira Devyani Sen It was the kind of evening that carried warmth on its skin — not from the sun, but from the longing that hung in the air like unspoken words. The rain had stopped just an hour ago, leaving behind a breathless hush. The windows were still misted, half open to the scent of soaked earth and hibiscus. She stood by the sill, fingers tracing the wooden frame, her saree a soft rustle of maroon and gold wrapped tightly around her curves, as if the fabric itself remembered touch. Down below, the courtyard glistened — bricks slick with…

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    Woh Chitthi Wala Pyar

    July 29, 2025 - By 

    Arjun Sharma Part 1: The Letter in the Attic The hills of Ranikhet were wrapped in their usual mist, like a half-remembered dream refusing to fade with morning light. Anaya Mehra sat in the back of the shared taxi, her fingers clenched around the strap of her leather sketchbook bag. The sharp scent of pine mixed with damp earth rushed in through the half-open window, unfamiliar yet oddly calming. It had been ten years since she last came here — as a teenager, arms crossed in rebellion, dragged by her parents to visit her grandmother. Now, she returned alone, thirty…

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    Across the Ganges

    July 27, 2025 - By 

    Pranab Kr. Joshi 1 The sun rose slow and golden over the Ganges, pouring its light like molten honey over the ancient stone steps of Dashashwamedh Ghat. Gauri dipped her oar into the water with practiced grace, the boat slicing through the morning mist as temple bells chimed in rhythmic waves. The air smelled of incense, wet earth, and camphor. Her father, Dinesh Mishra, stood silently at the stern, adjusting the floral garlands tied to the bow for the morning puja tourists. Gauri, clad in a faded blue salwar-kameez and a dupatta flung over one shoulder, barely looked up when…

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    Notes from Nalanda

    July 27, 2025 - By 

    Nabin Desai 1 The air in Nalanda carried a kind of hush, as if time itself had slowed to accommodate the weight of its history. Dr. Rhea Sen stepped off the dusty SUV, adjusting her dupatta against the sun’s fierce glare, and looked out at the crumbling red-brick ruins of the ancient university. Her breath caught—not from exhaustion, but awe. Despite the relentless July heat, she felt a chill ripple through her spine. Nalanda had been a name in her textbooks, a place she’d imagined between brittle pages and archived microfilms. Now it stretched before her like a silent witness,…

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    Midnight Jasmine

    July 26, 2025 - By 

    Punit Verma Chapter 1: The Scent of Silence The train to Jaipur had arrived late, and by the time Naina Kapoor reached the haveli, the sun had already begun its descent behind the sand-kissed domes. Her taxi curved through the narrow lanes of the old city, honking past cows, scooters, and spice-laden carts, before halting before a tall wrought-iron gate. Beyond it stood Rathore Haveli — ancient, quiet, and steeped in the kind of forgotten grace that makes you instinctively lower your voice. The caretaker opened the gate with a creak, and she stepped into a world of fading frescoes,…

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    Burnt Sugar and Monsoon Kisses

    July 26, 2025 - By 

    Adrit Desai Chapter 1 The rain came down hard, blurring the neon chaos of Bandra’s streets into watercolor smears. Aaliya Mehra stood behind the counter of her quiet patisserie, La Madeleine, watching droplets slide down the glass like they carried stories. It was just past 9 p.m., and she was wiping down the last tray when the door creaked open. A man stepped in—tall, soaked, with a week’s worth of stubble and the disarming confidence of someone who never asked for permission. His leather jacket clung to him like second skin, water dripping from his fingers onto her freshly mopped…