• English - Romance

    Letters Across the Sky

    September 1, 2025 - By 

    Maya Dutta Episode 1 – The Missed Train The evening air of Kolkata carried the smell of coal-dust and roasted peanuts, that particular mixture that only Howrah Station seemed capable of holding together. The great iron ribs of the terminal arched above rows of restless passengers, each waiting for their escape or return. Ananya clutched the strap of her canvas bag tighter and quickened her pace, weaving between porters balancing luggage on their heads and families herding sleepy children. The announcement blared across the platform—her train had begun moving. By the time she reached the edge, breathless, the coaches were…

  • English - Suspense

    The Silent Bells of Goa

    August 27, 2025 - By 

    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.…

  • Assamese

    বৃষ্টিৰ সুগন্ধ

    August 26, 2025 - By 

    ঋতুপৰ্ণা বৰুৱা পৰ্ব ১ শহৰৰ সেউজীয়া ৰঙেৰে ঢাক খোৱা এটা সৰু কলেজ চহৰ, সাঁঝ নামিলে য’ত বাতি আৰু কোলাহলত ভৰি যায়। তেতিয়া কলেজৰ পেছৰ ফালে থকা কঁপা বাঁহজোপাৰ মাজেৰে একোখনি হ’লতকৈ বেছি শূন্য পথত হাঁটিছিল অদিতি। দীৰ্ঘ কেশত বতাহৰ কুঁদনি, সৰু সৰু বৃষ্টিৰ ফোঁটাৰে সপোনীয়া ৰূপ পাইছিল। তেওঁৰ মুখত চিন্তাৰ আভা আছিল যদিও চকুৰ কাষত লুকাই থকা আভাময় হাঁহি এখন ইঙ্গিত দিছিল–মনত কিবা নতুন গল্প পাতিছে তেওঁ। অদিতি এই চহৰৰ এক নামী কলেজৰ শেষ বৰ্ষৰ ছাত্ৰী। সাহিত্য বিভাগত অধ্যয়ন কৰিলে যদিও তেওঁৰ প্ৰকৃত প্ৰেম কবিতাত নহয়, সংগীতত আছিল। গীত গোৱা আৰু শুনাৰ মাজতেই তেওঁ নিজৰ মানসিক পৰিসৰ নিৰ্মাণ কৰিছিল। আজিও…

  • English - Young Adult

    The Infinite Playlist of Ruhi Sen

    August 26, 2025 - By 

    Aanya Deshpande Part 1 – Rooftop Strings The city was heavy with heat that night, even though the monsoon had broken weeks ago. Ruhi Sen pushed open the creaky terrace door of their old two-storied house in Ballygunge, her guitar clutched tightly against her chest. Downstairs, her father’s voice still echoed from dinner, rising above the clatter of utensils: “Focus, Ruhi. No more distractions. IIT is not a joke.” Her mother had nodded in silent agreement. But here, on the rooftop, she was free. The sky hung low, thick with stars blurred by smog, and the distant hum of traffic…