The envelope arrived on an ordinary Tuesday, mixed in with grocery flyers and a bank notice I didn’t bother opening. I almost threw it away without looking. Something about the weight stopped me. The paper felt thicker than usual, faintly yellowed, as though it had already waited somewhere before reaching my door. My name sat Read more…
I was born for places that rise. For edges that make the heart race and paws hesitate, for walls that look impossible until the body learns how to listen. Height taught me early how to cling, how to trust small claws, how to feel the wind brush past my whiskers and know I was alive. Read more…
ACT I — Echoes Before the Fire The monsoon had withdrawn, but the air still clung to the skin like wet cloth. Therefore, in Noakhali, October meant fields turning gold, households preparing for Lakshmi Puja, and the fragrance of mustard oil lingering in kitchen. Meanwhile, from the tiled rooftop of the Roychowdhury mansion, the landscape Read more…
The morning of December 26, 2004, began like countless others for Ravi Krishnan. He arrived early at the All India Radio studio in Chennai, his shirt neatly ironed, his satchel carrying nothing but his lunch and the notebook he never filled. He was a sound engineer, not a broadcaster, and he preferred it that way. Read more…
The stairwell was packed—heels clattered against concrete, breath came in sharp bursts, someone was sobbing nearby. Maya Nair gripped the rail as she descended from the 78th floor of the South Tower, one hand wrapped tightly around her bag. Somewhere above, a voice crackled over the loudspeaker, urging calm. But calm had left the building Read more…
The invitation came on a Tuesday — not through email or a message, but as a handwritten note tucked inside Mira’s old diary. The strange part wasn’t that the diary hadn’t been opened in years; it was that she didn’t remember putting anything inside it. The note was short. Just twelve words: You are invited Read more…
If you had walked into Anjali’s room, you probably wouldn’t have guessed it belonged to a twelve-year-old. Wires snaked across her desk. Tiny screwdrivers, old radio parts, and little cardboard boxes full of circuits sat in neatly labeled piles. Her friends had dolls and comic books; Anjali had soldering irons and spare transistors. Honestly, if Read more…
Raju, a tenth-grade student at Sundar Higher Secondary, had just finished his board exams and couldn’t wait for the summer holidays to begin. His plan was to visit Nakundi, a quiet village where his grandfather lived alone in a farmhouse surrounded by fields. With his friends Ali, Swami, and Bhola joining him, it promised to Read more…
Vidya was a bright and studious young girl who had recently moved to Bombay with her family. While she took months to make new friends at school, her mother settled into the neighborhood with ease. She quickly formed bonds with neighbors and shopkeepers. The family also hired a new domestic helper, Dhanalakshmi Amma, who was Read more…
‘Seema!’ her mother’s voice rang out from the house. ‘Come inside! Your exams are over, and you should rest!’ ‘No, Mom!’ Seema called back from the outhouse, her personal study-lab tucked away in the garden. ‘I’m sleeping here tonight!’ Her mother sighed and shut the door. Seema, a brilliant tenth-grader, was always ahead of her Read more…
