Mainak Biswas 1 Ananya stepped off the train at Howrah Station, her senses instantly overwhelmed by the cacophony of honking cars, hurried footsteps, and the faint aroma of incense mingling with street food. Kolkata during Durga Puja had transformed into a living, breathing festival. The streets glowed with colorful lights, pandals stood like temporary palaces adorned with intricate idols, and the air was thick with the rhythm of dhak drums and chants. For a moment, she simply stood there, letting the city wash over her, a strange combination of familiarity and estrangement tugging at her heart. She remembered the narrow…
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Utsab Mukherjee 1 Shubhayan stepped out of the taxi into the sprawling expanse of the Kolkata Book Fair, 2025, feeling a mixture of exhilaration and trepidation. The early morning sunlight glinted off the vibrant banners fluttering above the rows of stalls, each adorned with stacks of books promising worlds unknown. He carried in his hands a small bundle of his freshly printed debut novels, the culmination of years of sleepless nights, scribbled notes, and endless revisions. The fair was already buzzing with energy—publishers hustling to display their latest titles, readers wandering between aisles, occasionally stopping to leaf through glossy pages,…
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Shibani Deshmukh The cold hit Dr. Neha Kapoor before she even stepped out of the jeep. The wind in Spiti Valley wasn’t just chilly—it carried a weight, a silence that wrapped itself around her city-worn senses. She tightened the scarf around her neck, blinking at the vast, arid landscape dotted with whitewashed stupas and jagged peaks dusted with snow. Kaza looked like a forgotten outpost painted in muted tones—nothing like the neon haze of Mumbai. Her phone had lost signal three hours ago, and the absence of constant vibration felt more like amputation than relief. A dozen strangers from different…
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Suparna Verma 1 Maya Iyer adjusted the collar of her navy-blue jumpsuit and glanced once more at the ornate wall clock above her desk. 11:27 a.m. The Deshmukh settlement was scheduled for noon, but she knew they’d be late. High-profile clients always were—especially when their breakup had been trending on social media for a week. She sipped her filter coffee from the oversized wine glass she insisted on using—her tiny rebellion against conventional labels. Her office, nestled in a sleek corner of Banjara Hills, didn’t scream “divorce.” It whispered it—soft couches, muted pastels, and an aroma diffuser that smelled like…
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Vihaan Pillai 1 The first thing Diya Roy noticed as she stepped out of the auto-rickshaw was the riot of bougainvillea spilling over the crumbling walls, their magenta petals fluttering down like tired confetti. The villa, hidden behind this living curtain, looked both majestic and broken, its yellowed walls cracked with age, wooden shutters hanging loose, and a mossy veranda that hinted at better days. For a long moment, Diya stood silently, suitcase in hand, as the afternoon sun pressed gently against her skin, warming the doubt that had settled in her chest since she left Chennai. It had been…
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Rishsav Sharma Chapter 1 The first snowfall had already blanketed the narrow trails leading up to the mountain ashram by the time Dr. Shreyashi Mehra arrived. Her boots crunched softly against the icy path, each step a delicate negotiation between pain and purpose. The cold wind rushed past her ears, but she barely noticed; she had long grown used to the numbness, both physical and emotional. Perched at 7,000 feet in the remote folds of the lower Himalayas, the ashram was a cluster of stone and timber structures nestled beneath ancient pine trees, smoke spiraling faintly from chimneys as if…