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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Priyangshu Patil 1 Sahil sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the clock as the minute hand crept closer to midnight. The sound of crickets outside his window blended with the faint hum of the small village, but inside the room, there was a heavy silence. Tomorrow, or rather, tonight, he would be leaving his small town in Bihar and embarking on a journey that had always felt distant, almost like a dream. A dream that felt too big, too uncertain, yet necessary. He stood up and glanced at his suitcase, neatly packed with a few clothes, a…
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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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Divya Iyer (1) Anika sat quietly in the corner of her room, the soft glow of the evening sun filtering through the curtains, casting a golden hue on the worn pages of her Bharatanatyam manual. Her feet itched to move, her body longed for the rhythm, the dance that had been a part of her soul since childhood. But today, like every other day, she resisted. The sounds of her parents’ voices drifted from the living room, filled with the usual discussions of exams, school assignments, and future plans. Her father, Vishwanath, was in one of his moods—insisting that she…
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Ishani Sen The Road to Leh The plane shook with a sudden jolt as it dipped through clouds, drawing a quick gasp from the passenger in seat 14A. She gripped her window armrest instinctively, then laughed at herself under her breath. “Relax, Tara. You’ve been through worse,” she whispered. Below, the Himalayas looked like a sea of frozen waves, pale under the morning sun. Tara Mukherjee had seen many corners of the world—Peruvian rainforests, Icelandic black beaches, the neon chaos of Tokyo—but India, in all its chaos and contradiction, always called her back. This journey wasn’t like the others. It…