It had been a week since the Tripathis had made their decision: they would move to the U.S once Kasturi's school session ended. Mr. Tripathi’s excitement was palpable—his brother had everything arranged, and this felt like the break he had been waiting for. Kasturi’s mother had begun making lists of what to pack and what …
Part 3: Connecting with Kasturi
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 …
Home-Coming: Where the Ink Still Flows
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 …
THE FADING STORIES
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 …

