Unknown, Unseen

In a humble home on the outskirts of a sleepy town, Adrien sat writing beneath the soft glow of a single lamp. The walls of his study, once alive with laughter and warmth, now felt heavy with stillness. His wife, once his closest friend, had become unresponsive and distant. His children, now grown and farContinue reading “Unknown, Unseen”

The Party

Kiya Hai Jisey Humne Zindagi Ki Tarah Wohh Aashna Bhi Mila Humse Ajnabi Ki Tarah Jagjit Singh, Kiya Hai Pyar Jisey The night sky shimmered with stars as Arjun pulled into the driveway of the farmhouse. Fairy lights adorned the trees, their soft glow illuminating the gathering. Somewhere in the distance, laughter mixed with theContinue reading “The Party”

Moments

The café sat at the corner of a sleepy street, its wide windows fogged with the breath of winter. Inside, the air was warm and rich with the scent of coffee and croissants. The walls were a patchwork of faded photographs and shelves cluttered with mismatched books, the kind no one really read but couldn’tContinue reading “Moments”

Three Shadows (concluding part)

As dawn broke over the city, the hospital room remained shrouded in an oppressive silence. The monitors surrounding Raagini’s bed emitted faint, rhythmic beeps, a fragile reminder of the life that clung on. Outside, a new day began for the bustling city, but for those entwined in this tragedy, time seemed to stand still. InContinue reading “Three Shadows (concluding part)”

The Shadows of Time

It had been two weeks since Arjun left the city behind. He had come to the hills with one purpose: to escape the crushing weight of writer’s block, that invisible force that made his mind feel like a dry well. His bungalow was perched on a hill, far enough from the town to guarantee solitudeContinue reading “The Shadows of Time”

Love, Kolkata

Kolkata, with its vintage trams, yellow taxis, and the eternal scent of chai brewing at every street corner, was a city that thrived on contradictions. It was where old world charm met a vibrant, modern pulse—a reflection of life itself. And amidst the city’s bustling heart, where honking cars clashed with the sacred chime ofContinue reading “Love, Kolkata”