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 to his neck from the humidity he had not yet learned to tolerate. Delhi had its own brutal weather, but this was different, a heavy curtain of air that carried salt, rain, and something he could not name. He scanned the crowded platform, searching for…
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Anaya Kapoor Part 1: Return in the Rain The plane touched down in Mumbai just as the first spell of the monsoon had begun to break across the city, the tarmac glistening with that familiar shimmer of water and oil mixing into tiny rainbow puddles. Aditi pressed her forehead against the cool oval window, watching the drizzle streak across the glass, and for a moment she was sixteen again, rushing home from school in a wet uniform, her shoes squelching, her mother scolding her to change quickly before she caught a cold. Ten years had passed since she had left…
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Maya Dutta Episode 1 – The Missed Train The evening air of Kolkata carried the smell of coal-dust and roasted peanuts, that particular mixture that only Howrah Station seemed capable of holding together. The great iron ribs of the terminal arched above rows of restless passengers, each waiting for their escape or return. Ananya clutched the strap of her canvas bag tighter and quickened her pace, weaving between porters balancing luggage on their heads and families herding sleepy children. The announcement blared across the platform—her train had begun moving. By the time she reached the edge, breathless, the coaches were…
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Rhea Kapoor Part 1 – The Meeting The rain had been falling since dawn, a steady curtain that blurred the tram lines and softened the edges of College Street’s crowded bookstalls. Water pooled in the cracks of the old pavements, making each step a careful negotiation between slipperiness and stubborn mud. Ayaan tightened the strap of his worn leather satchel and ducked under a bamboo-and-plastic canopy where secondhand books leaned against one another like old companions. His hair, damp and curling from the downpour, clung to his forehead, but his eyes held that restless brightness of someone always in search…
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Vikram Rathore Part 1: The Inheritance The sun was beginning to set behind the rugged peaks of the Aravalli Range, casting long shadows over the winding roads that led to Kumbhalgarh Fort. Anirudh Deshmukh, a young archaeologist from Delhi, gazed out the window of his car as it meandered through the narrow, serpentine paths that led him to the fort. He had heard much about the place—the towering walls, the haunting beauty of the fort, and the endless stories of its troubled past. But he never imagined that it would be his own inheritance that would bring him here. It…
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विशाल सुरि गंगा की लहरों में आरण, दिल्ली का एक युवा लेखक, हमेशा से ही अपनी ज़िंदगी में कुछ नया और अनोखा ढूंढ़ने की कोशिश करता रहा था। उसका जीवन किताबों और कहानियों के बीच बसा था, लेकिन वह खुद कभी अपनी कहानी नहीं लिख पाया था। अपनी अगली किताब के लिए प्रेरणा की तलाश में, वह बनारस आया था। बनारस, जो न केवल भारत की सांस्कृतिक धरोहर है, बल्कि एक ऐसे शहर का नाम है जहां हर गली, हर मंदिर, हर घाट पर एक नई कहानी बसी हुई है। आरण जानता था कि उसे यहीं कुछ विशेष मिल सकता…