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    Clouds Carry Their Names

    August 19, 2025 - By 

    Leena Mishra The train wound its way through the folds of the mountains like an old memory refusing to fade, screeching at curves where the mist clung thick to the windows and blurred everything into water and white. Rhea Kapoor pressed her forehead to the glass, her phone long dead, her city life now just a bundle of buzzing silence inside her bag. Delhi had been too loud, too fast, too brutal, each day a race against something she could not name, and she had fled without much of a plan, booking the first guesthouse she found online in a…

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    Across Skylines and Souks: A Travel Diary

    August 8, 2025 - By 

    Raisa Choudhury Part 1: The Passport Window There’s something quietly electric about the moment just before a journey begins, that tiny pulse of anticipation you feel as you zip up your suitcase for the last time and check your passport compulsively even though you know it’s there, waiting like a silent witness to whatever this new chapter holds, and that’s exactly how I felt at 3:47 a.m. in my cluttered Delhi apartment, staring at the cab’s taillights as I locked my door behind me with a rush of both fear and freedom, not yet knowing that this trip would be…

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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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    Terracotta Trails: A Journey Through Bishnupur

    July 24, 2025 - By 

    Bhaskar Majumder 1 The attic of Daipayan’s ancestral home in North Kolkata smelled of old books, mothballs, and the faint aroma of his grandfather’s pipe tobacco — a scent that clung to the wooden trunks and rusted almirahs like a memory too stubborn to leave. Dust motes danced in the slanting beam of afternoon light that filtered through a broken ventilator, casting long shadows on the faded floor mats. He wasn’t supposed to be here — just a short trip home for his cousin’s wedding — but the pull of nostalgia had dragged him up the creaky stairs to explore…

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    Echoes of the Deccan

    July 17, 2025 - By 

    Devendra Joshi Chapter 1: The Call of the Deccan Vikram Roy had spent the last five years of his life chasing fleeting successes in the dusty archives and half-excavated ruins of India, always just one breakthrough away from recognition. An ambitious archaeologist from Kolkata, he had always dreamed of discovering something monumental, something that would put him on the map. But the years had not been kind to his career. Vikram had slowly become disillusioned with the field, his excitement replaced by a mechanical pursuit of academic accolades and citations. The phone call from his superior was unexpected, yet not…

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    The Desert Speaks

    July 14, 2025 - By 

    Ayaan Venkatesh Sand Without Time Haider Khan stepped down from the rickety minivan with the stiffness of a man far older than his 38 years. The heat pressed against his face like a hand that didn’t care for permission. Red sand stretched endlessly ahead, framed by towering rocks carved into bizarre, wind-scoured shapes. Wadi Rum. He’d seen it once in a documentary, years ago. “The Valley of the Moon,” the narrator had called it. But here, in real time, there was no poetry. Only stillness. Only silence. The group disembarking with him was an odd assortment — a French woman…

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    Postcards from Hampi

    July 13, 2025 - By 

    Sahana Pillai Chapter 1: Arrival in Ruins The sun was slipping behind the rust-coloured boulders when Tara stepped off the bus at Hampi Bazaar. The air smelled of dust, old stones, and wild basil, and the landscape looked nothing like the glossy travel blogs she’d scrolled through. This place felt older than time — a skeleton of an ancient empire, wrapped in silence. Her sandals crunched over gravel as she made her way past stray goats and rusted bicycles, dragging her suitcase with one wheel jammed. She had booked a guesthouse last minute, something called “Kishkinda View,” tucked behind banana…

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    The Road to the Valley of Flowers

    July 12, 2025 - By 

    Aarohi Desai One Isha had always found solace in the delicate balance of nature. A botanist from Bangalore, she had spent her life studying the intricacies of plant species, tracing their evolution, and discovering the hidden stories that each leaf and petal held. But when an invitation arrived from a prominent research institute, asking her to explore the Valley of Flowers in Uttarakhand, it felt different. The valley, renowned for its rare and sacred blooms, had always captivated her imagination. It was a place of beauty, mystery, and whispers of the extraordinary—plants that only bloomed under the most sacred of…

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    Arrival in Mumbai: A City of Dreams

    July 10, 2025 - By 

    Atrayee Mullik Part 1: Arriving in Mumbai – A City of Dreams I arrived in Mumbai on a humid summer morning, and the city immediately made its presence felt. As soon as I stepped out of Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj International Airport, I was swept up by the chaos. The air was thick with the combined scent of street food, diesel, and the unmistakable smell of the Arabian Sea. There was no mistaking it—Mumbai was alive. I wasn’t prepared for the magnitude of it all. Mumbai, India’s financial capital, is often described as the city of dreams. But standing in the…

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    The Heartbeat of Punjab

    July 9, 2025 - By 

    Arvind Khurana Chapter 1: The Call of Roots Karan sat in his small, dimly lit apartment in Delhi, staring at the empty screen of his laptop. The cursor blinked mockingly, as if daring him to begin. He was a documentary filmmaker, known for his insightful work on urban issues, but something was missing. His recent projects felt detached, devoid of a deeper connection. He had often heard stories of his Punjabi ancestors, of the vibrant land of Punjab that his grandparents spoke of with such fondness. Yet, despite being born into a Punjabi family, Karan felt a profound disconnect from…