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    Moonlit Raga

    Sukanya Trivedi Anjali stepped off the slow-moving train, the humid air of Kerala immediately wrapping around her like a warm embrace. The station was small, almost forgotten by time, but the distant sound of temple bells and chirping birds lent it a mystical charm. Her eyes wandered over the dense palm groves that stretched endlessly toward the horizon, their silhouettes dark against the rising sun. Anjali was here for the prestigious cultural festival held in a centuries-old temple by the backwaters. The festival was renowned for celebrating classical Indian art forms, and she, a devoted Bharatanatyam dancer, had been invited…

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    The Penthouse Affair

    Divya Chaturvedi Chapter 1 The Second Space opens with Arjun Malhotra standing on the expansive balcony of his newly rented penthouse, the evening sun casting golden streaks across the sleek skyline of central Bangalore. After years of relentless corporate pressures and the quiet erosion of intimacy in his marriage, Arjun had finally made the decision to carve out a private sanctuary. The penthouse, with its minimalist décor, glass walls, and the hum of the city muted beneath him, symbolizes more than just physical space—it represents freedom. Inside, every detail caters to tranquility: soft lighting, polished wooden floors, and strategically placed…

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    Strings of the Sitar

    Sonalika Sharma 1 The room was dim except for the soft golden glow of a brass lamp near the window, its flickering flame casting wavering shadows across the cream-colored walls of the apartment. The sitar rested across Ananya’s lap like an extension of her own body, its polished surface gleaming faintly as her fingers moved across the strings with precise familiarity. Outside, the chaotic hum of Delhi—the distant horns, the whir of rickshaws, the laughter of neighbors—seemed muffled inside this cocoon of practice. She bent slightly forward, her brow furrowed in concentration, listening not just with her ears but with…

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    Salt on Her Skin

    Radhika Sehgal 1 The window of the Konkan railway train was half-open, letting in gusts of salted wind that tangled Ankita’s hair and stung her tired eyes. She didn’t care. She had left her sleek Bangalore apartment with the bed unmade, the inbox unread, and a message to her agency that she was “on a sabbatical for mental health.” It wasn’t entirely untrue, though she didn’t owe anyone more than that. Her body still felt wired with city static—thumb twitching toward a phone that now lay dead and buried in her canvas bag. Gokarna was a dot on a map…

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    The Lotus and the Concrete

    Sudipta Pal Chapter 1: Soumita sat by the window of her apartment in Kolkata, her fingers tracing the edges of her architectural sketches, but her mind was far away from the lines on paper. The constant hum of the city outside—honking rickshaws, chattering pedestrians, and the occasional clink of temple bells—seemed distant as she stared out at the skyline. Her family’s expectations weighed heavily on her. At 28, she had accomplished everything she had set out to do in her career: she was one of the top architects in the city, with a reputation for precision and innovative designs. Yet, despite…

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    The Tea Stalls of Darjeeling

    Bipasa Pal One Simran’s arrival in Darjeeling was nothing short of magical. The cool mountain air greeted her as she stepped out of the small airport, the mist weaving its way through the towering pine trees. It was early morning, and the first rays of sunlight were beginning to paint the sky in hues of pink and gold. She stood for a moment, taking in the vastness of the hills and the peaceful stillness that surrounded her. The hustle and bustle of Delhi felt a world away, and in that instant, she felt both liberated and a little lost. Her…

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    Echoes of the Awadhi Heart

    Aaradhya Kapoor 1 Ayesha sat in the corner of her room, the delicate fabric of her Chikan kurta rustling as she moved. The dim light of the evening cast a warm glow over the room, where she practiced the intricate footwork of Kathak, her passion, and secret. The rhythmic clinking of the ghungroos around her ankles blended with the soft melody of a classical raag playing in the background. She had always been drawn to the graceful movements, the fluidity of Kathak, which spoke to her soul in a language her heart understood better than any words could. Yet, this…