Elina Ray Part One – The First Glance Anaya had never thought much about the way the late afternoon light struck the tall glass windows of her office building. She had been working here for nearly seven years, and the reflections had become part of the background noise of her days—the sun falling at angles, the mirrored glow of another tower staring back at her, the distant silhouettes of people she did not know framed in their own cubicles across the street. The city moved like a restless animal outside, traffic humming below, horns breaking against the hush of the…
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Kyra D’Souza Part 1 – The Rooftop Silence The city never really sleeps, but there are these odd hours when even the traffic feels like it’s breathing slow. Three in the morning, maybe four. You don’t check the clock because if you do, you’ll be reminded that life is running faster than you are, and you’re not ready to feel guilty again. So you let time blur, let the empty streets below hum like background music. On the rooftop of an old building where the paint has peeled into random maps, I sit with my knees pulled up, cigarette unlit…
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Isla Verma The Letter in the Book It was a Sunday shaped like rain. The city hadn’t yet decided if it wanted to pour or pretend, and Anaya stood under the torn yellow canopy of a second-hand bookstall near Churchgate, letting her fingers glide across spines of the forgotten. The old man who ran the stall smoked a cigarette with one hand and flipped through pages with the other, not even looking up as she pulled a faded copy of Wuthering Heights from the stack. The pages were frayed at the edges, browned like toast. Anaya loved that. She liked…
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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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Kabir Sanyal Part 1 It all started with a sandwich. Not the fancy kind with pesto and sun-dried tomatoes, but a simple, over-grilled aloo tikki sandwich that arrived with the wrong name scribbled on the delivery bag. To Ritu. Nayan stared at it, confused. He had ordered a classic cheese sandwich, and his name, in bold caps, was clearly Nayan. But the delivery guy was already halfway down the stairs, humming a Punjabi tune. Nayan sighed and peeled the sticker. Hunger won. Five buildings away, a woman named Ritu sat cross-legged on her balcony, staring into her phone with equal…