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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Rhea Solace Part 1 There was nothing extraordinary about the small writing desk by the window—except perhaps, how it held hundreds of lives within it. Neatly stacked ivory paper, a brass fountain pen with fading gold initials, and a mug forever stained with tea. This was where Aanya wrote love stories… not hers, but everyone else’s. Every day, she sat with requests. A line from a shy lover, a paragraph from an apologetic husband, a mother trying to bridge years of silence with her daughter. Aanya wrote letters for them all. Anonymous, elegant, and filled with emotions she had never…