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Summer holidays are a wonderful opportunity to explore, unlearn, and relearn. Even before summer fully arrived, the heat was already oppressive. So, I decided to take a brief escape from the monotony of daily life and the relentless heat before our schedule got too packed. We reached out to two of our friends, and after …
The silence in the conference room was thick, and the tension almost tangible. Sahil cleared his throat, drawing all eyes to him. “You know what’s worse than waiting for coffee from the machine?” he asked, looking around. A few heads tilted in curiosity. “Waiting for a reply to an email marked urgent, only to get …
After reading a 400-page book for the March prompt, I craved something lighter—a quick yet meaningful read. That’s when I stumbled upon Claire Keegan’s Small Things Like These. At just 85 pages, it intrigued me. Could a story so brief truly leave an impact? The answer is a resounding yes. This novella touched my soul. …
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Kasturi’s heart raced as she listened to Shanaya. “M. Ray’s book launch is at 2 PM, the day after tomorrow, at Connaught Place. It’s a public event, and she’ll be discussing her latest novel, Kassy’s Tale,” Shanaya informed her. “Thank you so much,” Kasturi replied, her voice trembling. Later that evening, Kasturi placed another call, …
The voice on the radio sent a jolt through Kasturi. Her heart pounded as she leaned forward, straining to catch every word. The speaker, introduced as Ms. M. Ray, was eloquent, her tone familiar and soothing. But was it her? Could this be Meena? “Madam, where should I drop you?” the driver interrupted her thoughts, …
The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a golden glow over the city she once called home. Her heart raced as she climbed into a taxi, giving the driver the familiar instructions: "Khurda, near the old municipal park." The drive was a journey through time. The bustling roads and modern buildings felt alien to …
Later in the evening, Kasturi sat by the window, staring out at the sprawling cityscape. The warm glow of the evening sun bathed the room, but she felt no warmth—only the weight of a dilemma that had been gnawing at her ever since her boss had suggested the trip to Delhi. "Relive the past?" she …
The phone rang twice before Meena picked it up, a half-filled cup of chai still warm in her other hand. “Ms. M. Ray?” “Yes, speaking.” “This is Anuja from RedLeaf Publishing. I'm delighted to inform you… Your manuscript has been accepted.” Meena blinked. “Oh,” she said, stunned. “Really?” “Yes! The team loved it. It’s deeply …
Houston, Texas, 1991 Kasturi had built a good life for herself in Houston. It hadn’t been easy—those early years were full of awkward introductions, strange food, mispronounced names, and the constant ache of being in-between worlds. But over time, she found her rhythm. "That’s not going to work, Matthew," Kasturi said firmly, her voice cutting …
20 Years Later, New Delhi, 1991 “To be or not to be… That is indeed the question,” Meena said, walking slowly across the wooden floor of the lecture hall, her voice soft yet deliberate. “But what if the question isn’t about existence, but about choice? What if Hamlet wasn’t deciding whether to live or die, …
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