• English - Suspense

    The Bell of the Forgotten Deity

    Rohini Deshmukh Part 1: The Call of the Unknown Sreeja Rao had covered countless stories—murder mysteries, unsolved disappearances, and even a haunted mansion once. But nothing had prepared her for the assignment that came her way on a rainy afternoon in the newsroom. The editor, a man who rarely trusted her instincts, handed her the assignment with a grin she didn’t trust. “Another one of your superstitions,” he said, flipping through a file. “Some temple in the south. Bells ringing by themselves. People disappearing. Thought you might like the challenge.” “Sounds like a joke,” she replied, arching an eyebrow. But…

  • Bangla - তন্ত্র

    অন্তঃকরণে তন্ত্র

    রিনি সান্যাল কলকাতা। জীবন এবং মৃত্যুর মাঝখানে আটকে থাকা শহর। এখানে পুরোনো এবং নতুনের মাঝে বিরাট একটি ব্যবধান। হাউমাউ করা শহরের ভিড়ে, যেখানে এক এক করে হারিয়ে যায় প্রতিটি মুখ, সেখানে আমান নিজের অস্তিত্ব খুঁজে পেত না। শহরের পেট ভরা সেসব মোল্লা-মাস্টারের গলির মধ্যে সে চলছিল একা—অতীতের ব্যর্থতা, ভালোবাসার পরাজয়, আর একাকী জীবনের গল্প নিয়ে। একদিন, এমন সময়, সে এল এক পুরনো গলি দিয়ে, যেখানে হাঁটতে হাঁটতে চোখে পড়ল একটি দোকান—একটি অদ্ভুত বইয়ের দোকান। দোকানটি ছিল ঝুপঝাড়, আবছা আলো, আর বইয়ের স্তূপে ভরা। এর সাইনবোর্ডে লেখা ছিল “বিপাশা’র আধ্যাত্মিক বইঘর”। দোকানটির তেমন কোনও আলাদা নাম ছিল না, তবে সে যেন…

  • English - Suspense

    The Last Move

    Riaan D’Souza 1 Rain fell like memory over the shanty roofs of Dharavi, each drop tapping out a rhythm older than the city itself. Inside the dimly lit, one-room Dharavi Chess Club, the walls smelled of damp wood and resignation. But within that space, a quiet miracle unfolded every evening. His name was Arjun Menon—ten years old, barefoot, and already a mystery to the men who came here to play. The board was his world. The black and white squares did not care who you were outside their borders. They did not ask how much money your father made or…

  • English - Travel

    Winter in Shantiniketan

    Sudipta Sengupta Part 1: The Quiet Escape Ananya had always found solace in the chaos of Kolkata—the honking cars, the bustling markets, and the never-ending hum of the city. Yet, after months of relentless work, she felt like a piece of her soul was being swallowed by the noise. The endless deadlines, the shallow conversations, and the incessant pressure to keep up with the world had drained her. What she craved now was stillness. What she needed was a pause. And Shantiniketan, with its promise of peace, had always lingered at the back of her mind. It was the first…