Pinaki Chouhan The morning air in Guwahati buzzed with anticipation as a group of high school students gathered at the city bus stand, their backpacks slung over shoulders and cameras dangling from necks, ready for a cultural trip to Shillong. Excited chatter filled the bus as friends jostled for window seats, their voices blending with the rumble of the engine and the scent of freshly brewed tea from the roadside stalls. Teachers tried to maintain some order, reminding students of the itinerary while the students’ eyes sparkled at the thought of scenic hills, cascading waterfalls, and bustling local markets awaiting…
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Sreeparna Bajpai Chapter One: The Desert Exile Inaaya Khan squinted through the dusty window of the jeep as the golden sprawl of Jaisalmer crept into view. It looked less like a city and more like a mirage—a honeycomb of sandstone rising from the endless dunes, its turrets and balconies blurred by waves of heat dancing above the ground. The driver, a leathery old man with a marigold behind his ear, had barely spoken since they left the railway station, except to complain about the temperature and how the summer came early this year. Inaaya didn’t mind the silence. She leaned…