• English - Travel

    Midnight Maps of Meghalaya

    June 24, 2025 - By 

    Aneesha Marak Part 1: The Broken Route It was past nine when the cab took the sharp bend near Cherrapunji, the headlights cutting through curtains of mist that clung to the hills like secrets. The driver muttered something in Khasi, tapped the dashboard thrice, and the engine made a coughing sound that didn’t feel reassuring. Inside the cab sat three people who hadn’t planned to meet each other—much less rely on one another. But Meghalaya, with her moody skies and rain-polished roads, has a way of bending fate like bamboo in the wind. Anaya, curled up in the backseat with…

  • Hindi - सामाजिक कहानियाँ

    छांव सी दोस्ती

    June 23, 2025 - By 

    अनामिका मिश्रा भाग 1 गाँव का नाम था चांदपुर—उत्तरप्रदेश के बलिया जिले में बसा एक ऐसा गाँव, जहाँ न तो शहर की चकाचौंध थी, न ही इंटरनेट की तेज़ रफ्तार। लेकिन था तो बस एक चीज़—दिल से जुड़ा अपनापन। वही अपनापन था जो आरती और फरज़ाना की दोस्ती की नींव बना। आरती थी ज़मींदार के घर की इकलौती बेटी—चमकती साड़ी, पायल की छनक, और आँखों में अनगिनत सपने। दूसरी तरफ फरज़ाना—मदरसे में पढ़ाई करती, अब्बू की छोटी सी दुकान में हाथ बंटाती, चुपचाप मगर गहरी नज़रों वाली लड़की। दोनों का मिलना शायद किसी फिल्मी कहानी की तरह हुआ था, लेकिन…

  • English - Fiction

    Code, Coffee & Consequences

    June 20, 2025 - By 

    Vishal Suri 1 The fluorescent light buzzed overhead as Arjun paced the narrow living room of their two-bedroom rented flat in Indiranagar, Bangalore. His glasses were fogged from the steam of the masala chai in his hand, and the laptop screen on the table blinked with the latest rejection email from a potential investor. Rajeev, sitting cross-legged on the floor, tapped furiously at his keyboard, immersed in code. He hadn’t spoken for an hour. Kabir lay stretched across the worn-out sofa, eyes fixed on the ceiling fan spinning lazily above him. No one wanted to say it, but the silence…

  • English - Travel

    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…

  • English - Young Adult

    The Firefly Letters

    June 14, 2025 - By 

    Aria D’Souza The Letter in the Library Ayush wasn’t looking for anything that day—not really. It was the kind of Tuesday that smelled of old paper and felt like chalk dust on your skin. The school library was nearly empty, just as he liked it. A few juniors whispered near the computer terminals, someone yawned into a reference book, and the librarian dozed with a magazine on her lap. Ayush wandered between the shelves like a ghost with no one to haunt. He didn’t have many friends, not the kind who waited for him at lunch or texted him stupid…

  • Comedy - English

    Flatmates and Other Natural Disasters

    June 13, 2025 - By 

    Aarav Malik The Flatmate Interview from Hell Neil Patel had never considered himself particularly unlucky. He had a stable job, a reliable (if slightly moldy) flat in West London, and a wardrobe that was ninety percent navy blue. But when his longtime flatmate Raj moved out—citing “creative differences” after one too many passive-aggressive notes about unwashed dishes—Neil found himself diving headfirst into a living nightmare: interviewing strangers from the internet. It began on a Tuesday. Neil had placed a straightforward ad on a flatmate website. No smokers, no party animals, no pets that bark, bite, or recite Sanskrit. Just a…

  • English - Comedy

    The Great Office Coffee Heist

    June 9, 2025 - By 

    Rishi Kulkarni Monday Mourning The Monday morning at Chai & Chat Media Pvt. Ltd., a mid-sized marketing agency in the heart of Koramangala, Bengaluru, began like any other—late. The office, located on the third floor of a building with exactly one working lift (which frequently stopped at every floor uninvited), had a culture of “flexible timing”—which really meant “come in before lunch, if possible.” By 10:47 AM, only four people had arrived: Sonal had her headphones on and was busy typing ferociously, probably fighting with a vendor over Google Sheets. Tapan was slouched over his MacBook, staring at an empty…