Delhi
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नवंबर की चाय
सुधांशु त्रिपाठी भाग 1 – पहली ठंडी सुबह नवंबर का महीना था। दिल्ली की सुबहें धीरे-धीरे धुंध के कपड़े ओढ़ने लगी थीं। पुरानी दिल्ली की सँकरी गलियाँ हों या नई दिल्ली की चौड़ी सड़कें, हर जगह ठंडी हवा का झोंका लोगों को अपनी ओढ़नी कसकर खींचने पर मजबूर कर देता। चौराहों पर, पार्क की बेंचों…
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The Second Monsoon
Rajat Kapur Part 1 – The Arrival The train had been late by two hours, monsoon clouds pressing down against the old glass windows of Ernakulam Junction, making everything smell of wet earth and fried banana chips. Aarav Mehta stepped out with his suitcase in one hand, briefcase in the other, shirt collar sticking slightly…
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A Hundred Steps to You
Saanvi Roy Episode 1 – The Photograph The city was still shaking off the heat of late afternoon when Maya pushed her way through the crowded lanes of Chandni Chowk. Dust hung in the air like an invisible veil, clinging to her hair and the white kurta she had foolishly chosen to wear that morning.…
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तेरी मेरी अधूरी बातें
आरव मेहता भाग 1 : मुलाक़ात की ख़ामोशी दिल्ली की भीगी दोपहर थी। बरसात का मौसम हमेशा ही लोगों को अपने भीतर छिपे हुए जज़्बातों से मिलाता है। मेट्रो स्टेशन के बाहर लोग अपने-अपने रास्ते भाग रहे थे, किसी के हाथ में छाता था, किसी के कंधे पर बैग। उसी भीड़ में खड़ी थी आर्या,…
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The Last Slice
Rohan Banerjee Part 1: Viral Villain Raj Mehta believed in three things: breakfast before tweets, a drizzle of extra virgin olive oil on everything, and the sanctity of the last slice. The first two had kept him mostly sane. The third was about to ruin his life. It happened at a café in Lajpat Nagar…
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The Unwritten Hours
Maya Arora The rain had been falling since afternoon, coating the windows of the office with a restless sheen. Ananya sat at her desk staring at the spreadsheet that refused to balance itself, the numbers running like water in her mind, slippery and without form. Outside, the glass tower of Connaught Place glowed with rain-washed…
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The Season We Met
Rima Chatterjee The First Chill The fog hung low over Delhi like a soft, worn shawl. The streets of Connaught Place were still waking up, the shops pulling up shutters slowly, as if in no hurry to face the cold. Anaya clutched her oversized wool scarf tighter, her gloved fingers tingling despite the warmth of…