PastAndPresent
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Mirror of Shadow
Sujan Ganguly 1 The rain had just begun to tap lightly against the wrought-iron balconies of Ballygunge’s aging colonial mansions when Ayesha Dutta was last seen. It was a quiet Wednesday afternoon in late July, and the streets of the upscale South Kolkata neighborhood glistened with monsoon stillness. Ayesha, seventeen and self-possessed beyond her years,…
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The Red Veil of Kaiserbagh
Isha Mirza 1 Rhea Sen stepped off the dusty evening train into the heart of Lucknow, her senses immediately overwhelmed by the city’s curious blend of melancholy grandeur and stubborn life. Rickshaws rattled past the faded gates of old nawabi havelis, and the air carried the scent of marigolds, incense, and the distant, lingering sweetness…