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राकेश त्रिपाठी भाग 1 – अस्सी घाट की पहली सुबह सुबह के पाँच बज रहे थे। नवंबर की हल्की ठंडी हवा में वाराणसी शहर अभी नींद से पूरी तरह जागा नहीं था, लेकिन अस्सी घाट पर चहल-पहल शुरू हो चुकी थी। मैंने अपने बैग को कंधे पर टाँगा और होटल से बाहर निकलते ही महसूस किया कि यह यात्रा बाकी यात्राओं से अलग होने वाली है। सड़कें अभी तक खाली थीं, पर जैसे-जैसे मैं घाट की ओर बढ़ा, गली-कूचों में चाय की दुकानों से उठती भाप, समोसे तले जाने की खुशबू और पुकारते हुए ठेलेवाले धीरे-धीरे जीवन का संगीत छेड़…
Aarav D’Souza Part 1 – The Drummer’s Son The monsoon had begun to soften the air of Goa, the heavy rains washing the red earth until it gleamed like polished stone. Coconut palms bent with the weight of wind and rain, and the Mandovi River ran fuller than before, carrying with it the murmurs of villages and the silence of temples that had once echoed with songs. In one such village, hidden away among groves of jackfruit trees, a boy named Ananta sat with his father’s old drum resting on his knees. The drum was no longer played in public.…
Arun Bhatia ONE Samir Singh stood at the edge of the polo field, the sound of hooves thundering in his ears, as he watched his father, Veerendra Singh, ride across the vast estate that had been the heart of their royal legacy for generations. The sprawling grounds, dotted with grand palaces and ancient temples, had once echoed with the clink of polo mallets and the cheers of onlookers. Now, the grandeur of it all felt like a distant dream, fading with the passing years. Samir, at just seventeen, had inherited his father’s love for the game. Polo was not merely…
Atrayee Mullik Part 1: Arriving in Mumbai – A City of Dreams I arrived in Mumbai on a humid summer morning, and the city immediately made its presence felt. As soon as I stepped out of Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj International Airport, I was swept up by the chaos. The air was thick with the combined scent of street food, diesel, and the unmistakable smell of the Arabian Sea. There was no mistaking it—Mumbai was alive. I wasn’t prepared for the magnitude of it all. Mumbai, India’s financial capital, is often described as the city of dreams. But standing in the…