सिया वर्मा भाग 1: DM से Destiny तक “Poetry is dead, bro,” अर्जुन ने कहा और अपने लैपटॉप का स्क्रीन बंद कर दिया। “Then why are you still liking sad quotes at 2AM?” समृद्धि ने चुटकी ली और उसके हाथ से फोन छीन लिया। वो दोनों Instagram के एक ऑनलाइन पोएट्री लाइव सेशन पर मिले थे—एक accidental like ने चैट की शुरुआत करवाई थी। समृद्धि, Delhi University की final year की student थी, psychology major, और poems लिखने का जुनून उसकी insomnia की सबसे प्यारी दोस्त बन चुका था। आर्यन, एक Mumbai वाला introvert था, जो ज़्यादा बोलता नहीं था…
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Shreya Mukherjee The air in the Bangalore metro smelt faintly of wet concrete and deodorant. Anaya Sen adjusted her tote bag, balancing herself as the train jerked forward. Her headphones were in, but the music was off. She wasn’t in the mood for playlists. Not this morning. Outside, the city passed by in a blur of glass facades, auto-rickshaws, and trees trying their best to stay green. Inside, her inbox buzzed with reminders of the town hall meeting she had helped organize — the one everyone was quietly dreading. After the leak last week, things had been spiraling. Whispers. Slack…
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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…