• English - Travel

    The Last Caravanserai

    August 30, 2025 - By 

    Drishan Desai 1 The road to the caravanserai seemed endless, a ribbon of dust unraveling between the pale, desolate mountains. The solo traveler had been driving for hours, his jeep groaning under the strain of altitude and gravel, its wheels kicking up fine sand that swirled like smoke in the thin air. He had expected only silence here, a silence so vast it might collapse upon itself. Yet when he finally slowed before the ruins, the silence seemed heavy rather than empty, as if it were filled with the residue of countless footsteps, voices, and lives that had once passed…

  • English - Horror

    Whispers from Observatory Hill

    July 26, 2025 - By 

    Trisha Das 1 The toy train chugged out of Ghum station, leaving behind a curl of white smoke that quickly vanished into the thickening mist. Tiasa Sen leaned against the cold windowpane of the shared jeep, her fingers absently tracing the condensation forming along the glass. Darjeeling, shrouded in monsoon fog and quiet pine-scented air, unfolded around her like a faded photograph—half remembered, half imagined. She had been here once before as a child, but the sharp edges of memory had blurred over time. Now, as an anthropologist specializing in postcolonial folklore, she returned not as a tourist but as…

  • English - Horror

    The Marble Ghosts of Bhedaghat

    July 15, 2025 - By 

    Leena Rao Chapter 1: The Moonlit Arrival Viraj Saxena’s camera bag felt heavier than usual as he made his way down the dusty path that led to the riverbank. The sun had just set, casting an amber hue over the rugged landscape of Bhedaghat, a small town nestled by the Narmada River, near Jabalpur. Known for its towering white marble cliffs and the famous Dhuandhar Waterfall, Bhedaghat was a photographer’s dream. But Viraj had come here with a different purpose. He was after something deeper—something otherworldly. He had heard about the moonlit beauty of the marble rocks, a sight that…

  • Crime - English

    The Ganges Secret

    July 11, 2025 - By 

    Devendra Joshi Chapter 1: The Sacred Murder The early morning mist had yet to clear when the news reached Inspector Rajiv Rawat. A body had been found floating in the Ganges, just below the ancient Har Ki Pauri ghat in Haridwar. The scene was a familiar one, yet there was something distinctly unsettling about it. Rajiv had grown up here, and the ghats, with their crowds of pilgrims seeking salvation and the sacred waters of the Ganges, had always been a backdrop to his life. But today, as he rushed to the site, he sensed that this would be no…

  • Tamil

    மழைதூவும் மலர்

    June 27, 2025 - By 

    பாலாஜி செந்தில் கதை பெயர்: மழைதூவும் மலர் இயற்றி: பாலாஜி செந்தில் (பொருள்: “The Flower That Rains” – a Tamil folktale blending love, nature, and a village curse. Told across 9 continuous parts, each 1000 words, no section breaks.) பகுதி 1: மலைக்கோனும் மழையும் திருநிலா கிராமம். மேற்கு தொடர்ச்சிமலையின் அடிவாரத்தில் இருக்கின்ற அந்த சிற்றூர், ஒவ்வொரு ஆண்டும் புரட்டாசி மாதத்தில் மழை தொடங்கும் முன் ஒரு விசித்திர நிகழ்வு நடைபெறும். மூதாதையர்கள் சொல்வதுபோல், மழை பெய்ய ஆரம்பிக்கும் முதல் நாளில் ஒரு மலர், ஊருக்கே தெரியாமல் மலர்கிறது—ஆனால் அது எங்கே மலர்கிறது என்பது யாருக்கும் தெரியாது. அந்த மலரைப் பெற்றவனுக்கே அந்த வருடம் பாக்கியம் சூட்டும் என்றும், பெற தவறினால் ஊரே துன்பத்துக்கு ஆளாகும் என்றும் நம்பிக்கை. அந்த மலரின் பெயர் “மழைதூவும் மலர்.” இந்த வருடம் அந்த…

  • English - Travel

    The River That Remembers Everything

    June 21, 2025 - By 

    Pranab Sinha Chapter 1 The compartment rattled like an old memory — uneven, persistent, and vaguely nostalgic — as the Doon Express cut its way through the northern plains, carrying Digvijoy Guha through the thick, velvet silence of early morning. He sat by the window in a second-class sleeper, wrapped in his rust-coloured shawl, watching the countryside smear into a painter’s blurred stroke. A flask of lukewarm tea trembled slightly on the steel fold-down tray beside him, untouched since Saharanpur. Above it, tucked into the mesh netting, a book of poetry by Agyeya and a leather-bound diary silently waited to…