In a city where the sea whispered secrets to stones and local trains hummed like restless dreams, lived two strangers—bound not by fate, but by a series of delicate, echoing coincidences. Nikhil woke every morning at exactly 6:47 a.m.—not because his phone buzzed, but because a koel sang outside his window with stubborn punctuality. AcrossContinue reading “The Space Between”
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The Waiting Room
The railway station was almost forgotten—by the trains, by time, by the world. The tiles were cracked like old skin, the signs faded to near whispers of color, and the air tasted of rust and dampness. Weeds rose defiantly through the tracks, stubborn and alive in a place long left behind. Morning light spilled acrossContinue reading “The Waiting Room”
Your Life
A slight drizzle fell over Kolkata, casting the city in a humid haze as Sudeep walked past the narrow alleyways of College Street. Bookstores lined the street like forgotten relics of an older time, their wooden shelves brimming with worn-out novels, some stacked on the pavement for display. On days like this, when the burdenContinue reading “Your Life”
The Empty Chair
Every morning, just as the sun filtered through the slatted blinds and bathed the little café by the square in a soft gold glow, he would come. Crisp coat, dark eyes, and that quiet kind of grace that made him look like he’d stepped out of a half-remembered dream. He never spoke much, only noddedContinue reading “The Empty Chair”
His Story
He had always loved too much. As a child, he was the one who clung to his mother’s side, eager for a kind word, a lingering touch on his hair. She was busy, though, always too tired, too distracted. His father barely spoke, except to issue commands. It was the first lesson he learned: love,Continue reading “His Story”
A Flight of Memories
The flight was calm, the steady hum of the engines filling the cabin with a low, rhythmic lull. She adjusted the blanket over her sleeping son, her fingers brushing against the tiny hands curled into a fist. Her husband sat beside her, flipping through a magazine, oblivious to the storm that was about to crashContinue reading “A Flight of Memories”
A Fragrance of September
The café still smelt the same as always. Coffee beans, warm bread, and a faint trace of vanilla from the pastries in the display case. He sat by the window, just as he used to, stirring his espresso absentmindedly, his eyes drawn to the empty chair across from him. It had been years, yet someContinue reading “A Fragrance of September”
Two Weeks
Kabir sat at the edge of the bridge, staring into the quiet river below. It wasn’t the roaring kind that would drown your thoughts; it was the gentle, murmuring kind that made you feel like you were floating, suspended between two worlds. His feet dangled over the edge, as if one step away from vanishing,Continue reading “Two Weeks”
Artificial Flowers
She made artificial flowers Artificial flowers Flowers for ladies of fashion to wear She made artificial flowers She made artificial flowers Flowers from Annie’s despair. Bobby Darin, Artificial Flowers. She sat alone at the bar. With a drink that lay untouched for a long time. It was a Thursday night which meant it was retroContinue reading “Artificial Flowers”
White Rose
He felt a strange sense of calm as he sat on the top level of the bajrah. The Ganga seemed to echo his serenity, flowing with an easy calm. Dusk was setting in. The birds were flying homewards and the lights were coming on along the banks of the river. The evening aarti was aboutContinue reading “White Rose”
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