• English - Science Fiction

    The Banyan Network

    October 4, 2025 - By 

    Rudra Sen Chapter 1 – The Quantum Forests The forest had never been silent, not even in the hours when the city of Varanasi held its breath between night and dawn. The ghats along the Ganges shimmered faintly with the last oil lamps of ritual, their flames fragile against the heavy mist, while the alleys beyond were empty of footsteps, shutters drawn tight. But inside the vast enclosure of the Varanasi Banyan Complex, there was no silence. The earth hummed. The air pulsed. It was a sound older than the city, yet entirely artificial, a vibration that carried through the…

  • English - Travel

    The Red Silk Trail

    September 18, 2025 - By 

    Ira Sen Part 1 – Arrival in Assam The plane dipped low over the wide, lazy sweep of the Brahmaputra, and Devika pressed her face against the oval window. The river spread like a sheet of molten steel under the September sun, streaked with islands and sandbars, its surface broken now and then by the speck of a ferry or a line of fishing boats straining against the current. She had read about it countless times—this river that carried myths and nations on its back—but nothing prepared her for its vastness. It looked less like water and more like time…

  • English - Romance

    Raindrops on Marine Drive

    September 18, 2025 - By 

    Anaya Kapoor Part 1: Return in the Rain The plane touched down in Mumbai just as the first spell of the monsoon had begun to break across the city, the tarmac glistening with that familiar shimmer of water and oil mixing into tiny rainbow puddles. Aditi pressed her forehead against the cool oval window, watching the drizzle streak across the glass, and for a moment she was sixteen again, rushing home from school in a wet uniform, her shoes squelching, her mother scolding her to change quickly before she caught a cold. Ten years had passed since she had left…

  • English - Fiction

    The Bench at Central Park

    September 12, 2025 - By 

    Maya Fernandes Liam liked mornings best when the park was still quiet, when the only sound was the distant bark of a dog or the shuffle of leaves under shoes that weren’t his own, when he could walk past the fountain and not feel the weight of other people’s eyes on him. The bench near the fountain was old, its paint chipped in places, its iron arms cold in autumn, but it was his grandmother’s bench, or at least he thought of it that way, because she had sat there with him for years, tossing breadcrumbs at the pigeons that…

  • English - Travel

    Postcards from Patagonia

    September 1, 2025 - By 

    Ira Sen Part 1 The bus rattled across the endless stretch of Patagonian steppe, its windows clouded with a thin film of dust that the wind seemed to scatter and replace in equal measure. Mira pressed her forehead against the cold glass, staring out at a world that felt larger than any she had known before, a land stripped bare of pretence, where the earth and sky met in an uncompromising line. She had been divorced for six months, though the word still felt sharp on her tongue, and this journey—half impulsive, half deliberate—was meant to be her own form…

  • English - Young Adult

    The Summer Pact

    August 21, 2025 - By 

    Maya Kapoor First Bell of Summer The last day of school always felt like a door being slammed shut and another thrown wide open. The classrooms still smelled faintly of chalk dust and overheated computers, the air buzzing with the kind of restless energy that only came when you knew you wouldn’t be trapped here again for another three months. I shoved my history notebook deep into my bag, even though I’d never open it again. Around me, voices rose in a mixture of laughter and relief. “Freedom!” someone shouted from the back row, and it set off a chain…

  • English - Young Adult

    The Firefly Pact

    August 8, 2025 - By 

    Isla Verma Mira Patel wasn’t expecting to find anything interesting in a house that smelled like mothballs and mildew. Her grandfather’s old bungalow in Elmsworth was the kind of place that felt stuck between timelines—one foot in 1973, the other refusing to acknowledge anything after dial-up internet. Still, here she was, sleeves rolled up, armed with cardboard boxes, and guilt-tripped by her father into helping him “sort things out.” “Start with the attic,” he’d said, handing her a flashlight like they were preparing for a cave dive instead of old furniture and dead spiders. The attic door groaned like something…

  • English - Suspense

    The Guest Room

    July 24, 2025 - By 

    Niyati Sharma The Perfect Escape The road to Rose Hollow curved like a question mark through the misty ridges of the Lake District. Fog clung to the narrow lanes like a hush that had forgotten how to lift. Alice kept her eyes on the pine-shaded drive as Tom navigated their little rented hatchback past an iron gate that creaked open without assistance. The gravel crunched beneath their tyres as the house came into view. “That’s… beautiful,” Alice said, finally breaking the silence. The cottage was postcard-perfect—stone walls laced with ivy, a red-tiled roof sloping under decades of moss, and two…

  • English - Fiction

    Dilli 6.5

    June 24, 2025 - By 

    Ankur Kaur Part 1: The Bag That Wouldn’t Leave The morning sun rose over Old Delhi with the usual chorus of honks, hawkers, and the sizzle of parathas on the tawa. In a narrow bylane of Chawri Bazaar, where every house shared its secrets through the cracks in their walls, the Khurana family was preparing for an exodus. Not the biblical kind. More like the modern middle-class one—from chaos to “development,” from pigeons to peacocks, from Dilli 6 to Gurgaon. Mrs. Saroj Khurana stood in the middle of the living room, hands on hips, commanding like a general. “Harpreet! Don’t…