• English - Suspense

    The Vanishing Ledger

    Arjun Malhotra  The Broken Lock The house stood at the far end of Chitpur Road like a stubborn relic, refusing to collapse even as the rest of north Kolkata modernized and decayed in equal measure. Its high arched windows were shattered, its stucco walls streaked with moss, and weeds sprouted in wild abandon from the cracks in its courtyard. The demolition crew had arrived at dawn with their rust-colored machines, but Rohan had been there before them, notebook in hand, his camera dangling from his neck, watching as the first hammer struck the gates of the house. Freelance assignments were…

  • Bangla - রহস্য গল্প

    অদৃশ্য ছায়া

    অরিন্দম মুখোপাধ্যায় পর্ব ১ – অদ্ভুত চিঠি শহরের ভেতরে এমন সব গলি আছে যেগুলোতে সূর্যের আলো পৌঁছতে চায় না, আর চাইলেও পৌঁছতে পারে না। পুরনো ইমারত, একটার গায়ে আরেকটা ঠেসে দাঁড়িয়ে আছে, জানলার গ্রিলগুলো মরচে পড়ে ক্ষয়ে গেছে, ভাঙা তার ঝুলে আছে রাস্তায়। সেই অন্ধকার গলির মধ্যে দাঁড়িয়ে আছে একটা বিশাল বারো তলা বাড়ি, যেটাকে আশপাশের মানুষ শুধু “ছায়ার বাড়ি” বলে ডাকে। কারণ এই বাড়ির জানলাগুলোতে গত দশ বছর ধরে কোনো আলো জ্বলে উঠতে দেখা যায়নি। তবুও মাঝেমাঝে অনেকে বলে থাকে, রাত বারোটার পর ওই বাড়ির ছাদে নাকি একটা অস্পষ্ট ছায়া দেখা যায়, কিন্তু কাছে গিয়ে কিছু বোঝা যায় না।…

  • English - Romance

    Chai and Silk

    Ritam Ghosh 1 Camille’s journey to Kolkata begins under the oppressive weight of the city’s humid air, which clings to her skin like a second layer of consciousness. As she steps out of the train at Howrah station, the cacophony of honking taxis, shouting vendors, and the rhythmic clatter of the tracks overwhelms her senses. The air smells of sweet smoke from nearby tea stalls, mingled with the faint metallic tang of the river water, and for a moment, she feels suspended between fascination and disorientation. Every turn of the bustling platform offers a new sight: porters balancing impossibly large…

  • Comedy - English

    The Misadventures of Benson Lane

    Rohan Banerjee It was a bright Sunday morning in Kolkata, which meant two things: the neighborhood cricket match would block all traffic, and Auntie Shukla would be out in full force, armed with gossip and a rolling pin. Benson Lane wasn’t famous for anything—unless you counted its residents’ Olympic-level ability to interfere in each other’s lives. The star of this story was Mr. Debu Mukherjee, a retired bank officer with too much free time and a suspicious interest in everyone’s grocery shopping. That morning, Debu Babu spotted something alarming at the lane’s corner tea stall. His long-time rival, Somnath, was…

  • Crime - English - Suspense

    The Clay Idol Murders

    Debasish Guha Chapter 1: The Cracked Clay The scent of wet earth and incense filled the narrow lanes of Kumartuli as the morning sun filtered through bamboo scaffolding and half-finished goddesses. It was five days before Mahalaya, and the air in Kolkata shimmered with anticipation. The idol-makers worked tirelessly, smearing layers of straw and clay onto skeletal bamboo frames, coaxing divine forms into being. But something had gone terribly wrong at Workshop No. 14. Apprentice boys stood frozen outside, whispering in hushed tones as their trembling eyes stayed locked on the massive figure of a half-finished Durga. The goddess’s eyes,…

  • Crime - English

    The Haunting of Kolkata

    Animesh Tarafder 1 The sun had barely begun to set, casting a soft golden glow over the winding streets of Kolkata, when Dr. Neelav Gupta received the call that would pull him back into a past he had long buried. A murder—gruesome, ritualistic—had occurred in the heart of the city. As a renowned criminal psychologist, Neelav was often called in for such cases, but there was something unsettling about this one. The victim, an elderly woman, had been found posed in an unnatural way, her body frozen in a grotesque contortion. Strange symbols, like the markings of a forgotten language,…

  • English - Young Adult

    The Midnight Train to Kolkata

    Priyangshu Patil 1 Sahil sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the clock as the minute hand crept closer to midnight. The sound of crickets outside his window blended with the faint hum of the small village, but inside the room, there was a heavy silence. Tomorrow, or rather, tonight, he would be leaving his small town in Bihar and embarking on a journey that had always felt distant, almost like a dream. A dream that felt too big, too uncertain, yet necessary. He stood up and glanced at his suitcase, neatly packed with a few clothes, a…

  • English - Suspense

    The Whispering Walls of Park Street

    Arpita Roy Chapter 1:  Shreya Sengupta had always been a woman in motion, but now, after years of relentless hustle in Mumbai, she sought peace. The city had been exciting, demanding, and exhausting all at once, but the weight of it had worn her down. So, when the opportunity to move back to Kolkata presented itself, she seized it without a second thought. Her roots, her family, and the quieter rhythms of her childhood beckoned. She’d missed the sounds of the Howrah Bridge, the scent of street food wafting through narrow lanes, and the rhythm of the monsoon rains. Kolkata,…

  • Bangla - তন্ত্র

    অন্তঃকরণে তন্ত্র

    রিনি সান্যাল কলকাতা। জীবন এবং মৃত্যুর মাঝখানে আটকে থাকা শহর। এখানে পুরোনো এবং নতুনের মাঝে বিরাট একটি ব্যবধান। হাউমাউ করা শহরের ভিড়ে, যেখানে এক এক করে হারিয়ে যায় প্রতিটি মুখ, সেখানে আমান নিজের অস্তিত্ব খুঁজে পেত না। শহরের পেট ভরা সেসব মোল্লা-মাস্টারের গলির মধ্যে সে চলছিল একা—অতীতের ব্যর্থতা, ভালোবাসার পরাজয়, আর একাকী জীবনের গল্প নিয়ে। একদিন, এমন সময়, সে এল এক পুরনো গলি দিয়ে, যেখানে হাঁটতে হাঁটতে চোখে পড়ল একটি দোকান—একটি অদ্ভুত বইয়ের দোকান। দোকানটি ছিল ঝুপঝাড়, আবছা আলো, আর বইয়ের স্তূপে ভরা। এর সাইনবোর্ডে লেখা ছিল “বিপাশা’র আধ্যাত্মিক বইঘর”। দোকানটির তেমন কোনও আলাদা নাম ছিল না, তবে সে যেন…

  • Crime - English

    The Calcutta Code

    Anirban Guha 1 Detective Rishi Das stood at the edge of the Howrah Bridge, watching the river churn beneath him, his eyes unblinking despite the chill of the early morning air. The city was alive around him, the sounds of honking horns and distant voices mingling with the smell of freshly fried kachori from a street vendor. But Rishi was no longer part of the city’s pulse; he was detached, his mind consumed by the case at hand. Rajat Sanyal, the prominent businessman whose car had been found abandoned at this very spot, had vanished without a trace. There were…