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The Space

There was a running joke among their friends that if one of them disappeared, the other would still show up to the party. “You can’t invite Aritra without inviting Mithi,” people would say. “Just tell one of them. The other already knows.” It had been that way for fifteen years. They met in Class EightContinue reading “The Space”

The Monsoons That Never Left

The Monsoon That Never Left Kolkata always smelt like memory, after rain. The streets glistened beneath amber streetlights. The tea stalls steamed through the evening. Somewhere in the distance, the bells of a passing tram mingled with the strains of an old Hemanta Mukhopadhyay song drifting from an open window. For Riddhiman Basu, the cityContinue reading “The Monsoons That Never Left”

Love…Again

Kolkata had a way of holding on to people—like the humidity that clung to skin, like the tramlines that refused to disappear even when buried under tar. It held on to stories too. Some soft, some unfinished, some aching. Their story began on a late monsoon afternoon at a small café tucked beside College Street, whereContinue reading “Love…Again”

Alone Together in a Noisy World

There’s a strange kind of loneliness that doesn’t come from being alone. It comes from being surrounded—by notifications, by opinions, by noise—and still feeling like no one has really met you that day. I think a lot of us are carrying that feeling now. We live in a time that promised connection. We can reach anyone, anywhere,Continue reading “Alone Together in a Noisy World”

Where Words Heal: The Quiet Therapy of Poetry

For me, poetry is a quiet refuge—a place where my thoughts slow down, my emotions find words, and even in chaos, I can feel a sense of calm and understanding. Poetry has a quiet, almost invisible power. It does not shout solutions or offer quick fixes, yet it gently reshapes the way we feel, think,Continue reading “Where Words Heal: The Quiet Therapy of Poetry”

Nowhere Feels Like Home: Urban Alienation in Neil Diamond’s I Am… I Said

Nowhere Feels Like Home: Urban Alienation in I Am… I Said I Am… I Said by Neil Diamond is less a conventional pop song than a stark interior monologue—one that captures the quiet dislocation of a man suspended between places, identities, and meanings. Beneath its simple melody lies a deeply modern anxiety: the sense that even in aContinue reading “Nowhere Feels Like Home: Urban Alienation in Neil Diamond’s I Am… I Said”

The Evening

It was supposed to be an ordinary evening—one of those polite gatherings where conversations hover safely above the surface and laughter comes in practiced bursts. At their common friend’s apartment, the lights were warm, the music soft, and the air faintly scented with incense and something floral. He arrived late. Salt and pepper hair, neatlyContinue reading “The Evening”

Tupelo Honey

The song slipped into her before she recognised it. It was just a line at first—low, honey-warm, almost careless—floating out of the dim, half-forgotten café as Radhika walked past. She stopped mid-step, her breath catching in a way that felt both unfamiliar and deeply known. The world around her—the narrow street, the passing scooters, theContinue reading “Tupelo Honey”

Love, Returns

The first thing people noticed about Arjun was his hair—salt and pepper far too early for thirty-seven—but it only made his boyish face more disarming. When he smiled, his eyes caught light like glass wind chimes, bright and restless, as if youth had refused to leave him entirely. Mitali used to tease him about it,Continue reading “Love, Returns”

Two of Us

Kolkata always knew how to keep secrets. It hid them in the rustle of old trees on Southern Avenue, in the lingering smell of rain on tram tracks, in the way the Hooghly held reflections just a second longer than it should. And sometimes, it tucked them quietly between two people who made no senseContinue reading “Two of Us”