The train platform in Delhi was its usual orchestra of chaos—hawkers shouting, tannoys stuttering names of distant cities, the metallic clang of wheels, the stink of hot food and warm metal. Nikhil walked through it like a man out of time, unbothered. A duffel bag hung from one shoulder, its strap slipping slightly with everyContinue reading “Window Seat (…because sometimes the journey is the destination)”
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The Last Stop
He had spent the last ten years dragging himself through a life where he was invisible. His wife barely looked at him without complaint, his children forgot his birthdays, his boss saw him as nothing more than a cog in the corporate machine, and even the few people he called friends rolled their eyes atContinue reading “The Last Stop”
Moonlight Cabin
Abhishek sat behind the counter of the dilapidated bookstore on College Street, surrounded by dusty piles of forgotten literature. The narrow lanes outside hummed with the chaotic symphony of honking rickshaws, hawkers, and the distant clang of tram bells. The air in North Kolkata was thick with humidity and history, an undercurrent of unspoken tensionContinue reading “Moonlight Cabin”
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