Shantivan was a place where stories seemed to grow on trees, quite literally like the leaves on the ancient banyan tree in the town square. The town, famous for its “Festival of Stories”, attracted book lovers, dreamers, and wanderers who found themselves lost in its charm. A vibrant market thrived at the heart of the …
Part 26: Zeal for Their Bond
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, …
Part 24: Xploring For Meena
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 …
Part 23: Welcome Back, Kasturi
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 …
Part 22: Vivid Memories Resurface
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 …
Part 21: Unveiling New Horizons
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 …
A Love Written in Waves and Words
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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