• English - Romance

    Whispers of Pinewood

    Aarushi Sen The road curved like a tired snake up the hillside, each turn opening to glimpses of mist rolling down the pines, and Mira Kapoor sat in the back seat of the rattling jeep clutching her bag as if it might steady her heart, wondering for the hundredth time if she was making a mistake by coming here at all, leaving behind the familiar noise of Delhi, the polished glass office towers, the people who used to smile at her in corridors but no longer looked her in the eye after she had broken off her engagement with Rohan,…

  • English - Young Adult

    The Last Locker

    Maya Kapoor The Key in the Notebook The day it happened was one of those sticky afternoons when the corridors of Crestwood High smelled faintly of chalk dust and disinfectant, and my hands were still ink-stained from the chemistry exam I had nearly failed. I remember because the bell had just rung, scattering students like restless birds, and I was still sitting in my seat, stuffing my calculator and a half-finished answer sheet into my bag, when something thin and metallic slipped from between the pages of my notebook and clinked against the floor. At first I thought it was…

  • Hindi - प्रेम कहानियाँ

    सिगरेट के धुएं में एक अधूरी कविता

    अन्वी शुक्ला बंद कमरा और अधूरी कविता इलाहाबाद विश्वविद्यालय का हिंदी विभाग, समय की परतों से ढका हुआ, उन इमारतों में से एक था जहाँ दीवारें भी शेर सुनाती थीं। पुराने बरामदे, लोहे के गेट, और बरगद के नीचे लगे बेंच — सबमें कोई ना कोई दास्तान अटकी हुई थी। प्रोफेसर यतीन भटनागर, जिन्हें सब आदर से ‘यतीन सर’ कहते थे, हर दिन सुबह नौ बजे ठीक उसी बेंच पर बैठकर अपनी चाय पीते, मानो वक़्त को अपनी हथेली में थामे बैठे हों। उस दिन भी कुछ अलग नहीं था, सिवाय इसके कि हवा में कुछ अजीब था—जैसे कोई धुआँ……