Trains have played a major role in my childhood travels. As a kid, every summer we would travel to Chennai from Delhi, the …
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Echoes Among Stones The air was thick with the scent of oak and sharp pine. Elias carried a dense bouquet of hydrangeas, his …
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Version 1 – The Ritual A fine-tipped Black Permanent Marker, a tube of clear Super Glue, Alkaline Solution, and a box of Paraffin …
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When a book begins with “My mother entertained the thought of killing me,” you know it’s going to be impossible to put down. …
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Like every other book lover, my TBR is overflowing, my shelves groaning under the weight of unread books — and yet I keep …
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Does one need to be a poet to appreciate poetry? To look beyond the words and truly feel the emotions they carry? Reading …
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There couldn’t have been a better title for Tejaswi Priyadarshi’s Berserk. Though I’d come across Priyararshi’s books often on social media, this was …
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A Silent Witness Being a public bathroom, I have seen it all: body fluids staining my cracked tiles, paan juice smeared into my …
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Spring Rain Ronnie unplugged the phone. It had died sometime during his all-night scroll through Rhea’s profile, drowning in memories he couldn’t let …
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Trapped I glance at the photograph—the one we took decades ago, arms entwined, smiles wide. Just yesterday, I shredded it to pieces. And …