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    The Ganges Chronicles

    Prakash Tripathi The Invitation Raghav had spent most of his life chasing stories, following leads across cities, through crowded streets, quiet villages, and hidden corners of the world. But Banaras was different. Banaras had always fascinated him. The city’s name alone carried an aura of mysticism, an invitation to a deeper understanding of life, and death. Known as the City of Light, Banaras promised stories that were not written in books but lived in the very air, in the sacred flow of the Ganges, in the faces of the sadhus, in the temples that stood still while time passed by.…

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    Whispers of the Himalayas

    Rinchen Lama 1 I hadn’t planned to go to Sikkim. In fact, Sikkim was a word that had only floated around in conversations—half-remembered from childhood geography classes or heard during travel shows playing in the background of my mother’s living room. What I had planned, after six years of numbing spreadsheets and artificial smiles in a Mumbai office, was to disappear for a while. Not forever, but long enough to breathe air that wasn’t laced with ambition or dust. The idea came quietly, like mist crawling over a windowpane. I was sitting in a mind-numbingly boring client pitch when my…

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    Windswept Roads

    Ishani Sen The Road to Leh The plane shook with a sudden jolt as it dipped through clouds, drawing a quick gasp from the passenger in seat 14A. She gripped her window armrest instinctively, then laughed at herself under her breath. “Relax, Tara. You’ve been through worse,” she whispered. Below, the Himalayas looked like a sea of frozen waves, pale under the morning sun. Tara Mukherjee had seen many corners of the world—Peruvian rainforests, Icelandic black beaches, the neon chaos of Tokyo—but India, in all its chaos and contradiction, always called her back. This journey wasn’t like the others. It…

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    Echoes of Delhi

    Rahul Kumar The sun had barely risen over Delhi’s hazy skyline when I stepped off the train at New Delhi Railway Station, my backpack slung over one shoulder and a nervous excitement buzzing through me like static. I’d heard stories about the city, each one painting it as a place of endless motion, where ancient empires still whispered in the wind and the present rushed forward like a river in flood. My first steps onto the platform were met with a collision of smells and sounds that hit me like a tidal wave—chai brewing in metal kettles, the sharp tang…

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    The Desert Compass

    Suchandra Mishra The train from Ajmer screeched gently into the sun-bleached station of Pushkar just past noon. The air outside shimmered with heat, and even through the dusty glass panes, Mira Sen could see why they called it the Golden Throat of Rajasthan. The sand blew like whispers across the platform, and the light had a peculiar weight — ancient and unmoving. Mira stepped out, one foot in her worn sneakers and another in purpose. She adjusted the strap of her camera bag and slung her leather-bound notebook tighter under her arm. Her hair, which she’d braided tightly earlier that…

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    Beyond the Itinerary

    Asmita Dey Ishaan, a travel content creator from Kolkata, grows disillusioned with chasing viral moments. Seeking deeper meaning, he embarks on a soulful journey across Bhutan, Sri Lanka, Morocco, Peru, and Iceland—discovering hidden stories, inner transformation, and the true essence of travel beyond the lens. Beyond the Itinerary is his awakening. Departure from Home The humid air of Kolkata clung to Ishaan like a final embrace. Even in the early morning, the city buzzed with life—tea stalls hissed, street dogs barked, and the occasional tram screeched along its rails like a protest against time itself. Yet for Ishaan, today was…

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    Waves of Wanderlust- A Journey Through Kerala

    Tanvi Iyer Chapter 1: Arrival & Munnar’s Tea Gardens The winding road through Kerala’s Western Ghats unfolded like a lush green ribbon beneath the soft morning mist. Rohan leaned slightly out of the car window, breathing in the cool, damp air tinged with the sweet fragrance of earth and tea leaves. The city chaos he’d left behind in Mumbai seemed like a distant memory now, replaced by the gentle murmur of nature awakening in the hills of Munnar. At 1600 meters above sea level, Munnar was a sanctuary of rolling tea plantations, winding rivers, and misty mountains that seemed to…

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    The Chaiwala’s Dream

    Ravi Mehra Chapter 1: The Platform Poet The shrill whistle of the incoming train mingled with the smell of hot, spiced tea wafting from Arjun’s modest stall. The platform teemed with people—commuters rushing to their offices, families heading to ancestral homes, beggars weaving between luggage and legs. Amid the chaos, Arjun balanced a tray of steaming cups, his brown eyes darting from passenger to passenger, searching for potential customers. “Chai, garam chai!” he called out in a voice roughened by long days of shouting and bargaining. His clothes—simple kurta and faded jeans—were splattered with tea stains that testified to his…