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    The River That Remembers Everything

    June 21, 2025 - By 

    Pranab Sinha Chapter 1 The compartment rattled like an old memory — uneven, persistent, and vaguely nostalgic — as the Doon Express cut its way through the northern plains, carrying Digvijoy Guha through the thick, velvet silence of early morning. He sat by the window in a second-class sleeper, wrapped in his rust-coloured shawl, watching the countryside smear into a painter’s blurred stroke. A flask of lukewarm tea trembled slightly on the steel fold-down tray beside him, untouched since Saharanpur. Above it, tucked into the mesh netting, a book of poetry by Agyeya and a leather-bound diary silently waited to…

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    The Great Kolkata Picnic Blunder

    June 21, 2025 - By 

    Soumitra Deb 1 It was a lazy winter Sunday in south Kolkata—the kind where the sun was gentle enough to soften the edges of reality, the kind where even alarms gave up and let people sleep a little longer. In the modest Ghosh household of Lake Road, Mr. Biswajit Ghosh was already up by 7:30 a.m., fully dressed in his house kurta, socks on, and sipping tea while reading The Telegraph, shaking his head every five minutes at something he claimed was “kintu bipodjonok”. Purnima, his wife, had just started preparing luchi-alur tarkari when she heard a firm clearing of…

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    The Elephant Who Remembered

    June 20, 2025 - By 

    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The once-lively mornings, when Bruno’s barks woke up the sleepy sun and Sukrit raced him to the kitchen for treats, had been replaced by a strange stillness.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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    Streets of Spices and Stories

    June 19, 2025 - By 

    Zoya Mirza Chapter 1: The Clocktower and the Chaos The air in Old Delhi is not something you breathe—it’s something you step into, like a dense fog of memory, spice, and relentless sound. I surfaced from the depths of the Chawri Bazar metro station like a diver breaching the past. The escalator groaned under the weight of a hundred lives and then spat me out into a world that felt more alive than anything I had known in years. The street outside buzzed like an old radio dialed between frequencies. Rickshaws honked as if they were in competition. Men with…

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    Side Roads and Stories — A Family Travelogue

    June 17, 2025 - By 

    Shubho Basak Chapter 1: Before the Sun Rises The house was still half-asleep when the alarm rang at 4:30 a.m. The only things fully awake were the bags waiting by the door, the thermos of tea mom had packed the night before, and my younger brother’s overexcited energy that somehow ignored the hour. Outside, the world wore a blanket of mist, soft and shivering, like it didn’t want to be disturbed. But we were already up, wide-eyed and ready to chase a road that didn’t yet have a name. This wasn’t our first trip as a family, but it was…

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    Echoes in the Silence

    June 16, 2025 - By 

    Kirit Thakur Chapter 1: The sky above Mumbai was a thick grey shroud as Arjun Sen stood beside the smoldering pyre, his hands clenched loosely around a copper urn still warm from the priest’s touch. The funeral had been quiet—his mother silent behind dark glasses, a few distant relatives murmuring awkward condolences—but Arjun barely registered any of it. His father’s sudden death from a cardiac arrest had stunned him into a kind of passive numbness. Only the sound of the fire crackling in the crematorium pierced the quiet of his thoughts. He’d never imagined this moment coming so soon, and…

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    Miles and Pawprints

    June 16, 2025 - By 

    Karan Mehta The Road Begins in Mumbai The smell of old books and rain hung in the air of Arjun’s flat as he sealed the last cardboard box. It was strange how quickly a life could pack itself away—eight years of a job, two failed relationships, a pile of unread journals, and a dog who never left his side. Simba watched quietly from his corner, tail swishing slowly across the tile. The golden retriever was almost six, with a slight limp in his left leg from a puppyhood injury. Arjun liked to think that limp made Simba more human, more…

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    The Colours of the Desert: Three Souls, One Story

    June 15, 2025 - By 

    Deepayan Roy Chapter 1: It was one of those mellow Kolkata afternoons in early December when the winter sun bathed everything in a soft, golden glow. The city hummed lazily outside, trams clanged their way down College Street, and a faint aroma of roasted peanuts drifted in from the street vendor downstairs. Inside Deep’s room, the three friends sat sprawled on the cool mosaic floor, the ceiling fan lazily creaking above. The room had a lived-in warmth—walls lined with bookshelves, posters of travel destinations, a dusty guitar in the corner. Deep, always the thoughtful one, leaned against the wall, his…

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    The Days We Wandered

    June 14, 2025 - By 

    Ritoban Mukherjee  The Escape Begins It started with a silence between four friends who had known each other since college but hadn’t spoken properly in months. The kind of silence that grows not out of absence but the slow sediment of routine. It was Pramit who broke it one humid Kolkata afternoon by posting a message in the group chat none of them had used in weeks: “I’m losing my mind. Let’s leave.” The others didn’t ask where or why. Only Tushar replied with a thumbs up emoji. Ranjan added, “I’ll bring the flask.” And Neel, the most reluctant of…

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    The Forgotten Tribes of the Northeast

    June 13, 2025 - By 

    Prithvi Mukhopadhyay Chapter 1: The aircraft trembled slightly as it descended through dense rainclouds. From the tiny window, Armaan Roy caught fleeting glimpses of green — endless forests, swollen rivers, and distant ridgelines lost in mist. The runway came into view like a wet ribbon stretched across the wild earth. With a final lurch, the wheels kissed the ground, water spraying out in silver arcs beneath them. Armaan inhaled deeply, as if trying to drink in the unfamiliar air through the tiny vent. Even inside the cabin, he could smell the monsoon — wet earth, woodsmoke from distant fires, and…