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The thing about Khurda Road was that it wasn’t just a place—it was a living, breathing entity with a personality of its own. The streets were narrow, shaded by towering palm trees, and the houses that were identical in design but distinct in spirit. They stood like nosy relatives, always up in each other’s business. …
Moving into a new neighborhood wasn’t easy, especially for Meena. She missed her school friends, the familiar rhythm of Kolkata’s streets, and even the annoying sound of the fish vendor yelling under their old window every morning. Khurda Road felt quieter, slower, and, most of all, unfamiliar. Her first day exploring the neighborhood was more …
The day the Ghosh family officially moved into their Khurda Road house, it was anything but smooth. With its red-tiled roof and a mango tree swaying in the front yard, the house seemed to breathe with an old-world charm, as if it had stories to tell. Inside, chaos reigned. Boxes lay half-open, furniture sat awkwardly …
The story dates back to 1970, when India was a strange mix of unity and division. The rich diversity of cultures and languages made the country so unique. But on the other hand, there were these silent but strong walls between different communities. One of those divides was between Bengalis and Oriyas. Now, to outsiders, …
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Coming up with a theme for the A-to-Z challenge is no easy feat. After missing the campaign last year, I was determined to approach it differently this time, armed with all the tools I’d need to succeed. I began preparing as early as February, but chaos soon took over—total chaos. Ideas flooded my mind: Should …
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The year 2105 is finally witnessing what human have manifested or shall I say feared. A strange, surreal mix of dreams and nightmares. Technology had soared to unimaginable heights. Schools no longer had buses; instead, AI-driven pods floated on air cables, picking kids up with mechanical precision. Traffic? Barely a memory. The streets below were …
There was a soft knock on the door. Tumpa hurriedly left the kitchen to check.“Mitali Di, you’re home early! Everything alright?” she asked, her concern evident. “Hmmm,” Mitali mumbled, avoiding eye contact as she slipped into her room. Tumpa hesitated for a moment but decided not to pry. She sighed and returned to the kitchen …
She danced with the waves while he found solace in the books. She was adventurous and bold, like the ocean, she called home. He was introspective and thoughtful, weaving tales with his silent gaze. She was the tempest, fierce and unrelenting like the waves, and he was many shades like the books, layered and full …
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