Holi was just around the corner, and excitement buzzed through the air in the apartment complex. Ranita and Samia, two friends in the complex, were preparing for the festival. Ranita was known for her careful nature; she liked to plan everything. Samia, on the other hand, was spontaneous and thrived on chaos. She was ready …
Prachi sat on her bed, scrolling through her phone as the sun set outside her window. The warm glow of her screen illuminated her face, revealing her furrowed brow. “How can everyone be so perfect?” she thought, watching her friends post pictures of their lavish vacations, new clothes, and seemingly happy families. With each scroll, …
Anu wiped her forehead as she stirred the pot of dal on the stove. Her hands ached from a long day at the office, and the unpaid bills sat accusingly on the kitchen table. She had been managing everything—work, home, kids—since her husband’s sudden death two years ago, but today felt particularly overwhelming. Her daughters …
It was a busy Monday morning, and Mansi hurried out of her house, her mind already racing with tasks for the day ahead. She quickly locked the door, hopped into the auto-rickshaw, and set off for work. Halfway through the ride, she realized something—she had forgotten her lunchbox on the kitchen counter. “Uff, not today!” …
It was a warm Sunday afternoon, and the Agarwal family had gathered for lunch at their ancestral home. The dining table was filled with the aroma of freshly cooked parathas, sabzi, and chutney. Everyone chatted and laughed, catching up on life’s updates. The room buzzed with the usual banter that came with big family gatherings. …
Aarav sat alone in the corner of the college canteen, stirring his coffee absentmindedly. His friends were at the other table, laughing and chatting without him. They hadn’t exactly excluded him, but Aarav felt invisible, especially after what had happened the night before at Neha’s birthday party. He had tried to fit in, cracking jokes …
Asha paced the living room, glancing at the clock for the hundredth time. It was 6 p.m., and Samiksha wasn’t home yet. Her phone calls had gone unanswered, and Asha’s worry had turned to frustration. She felt the familiar tightness in her chest—anxiety mixed with the fear of losing control over her daughter’s life. Finally, …
Ayushi and Shreya were best friends, both in their mid-twenties and working in the same office in Mumbai. They had grown close over the years, often sharing lunch, discussing their dreams, and supporting each other through life’s ups and downs. But despite their close bond, they were very different when it came to their views …
Abhik and Sayantani had been best friends since they could remember. They lived in the same colony, shared lunch at school, and spent hours chatting about everything under the sun. Their bond was so strong that their classmates often joked about how they were practically siblings. But as time went on, Abhik started drifting. He …
It was a hot afternoon in the heart of Delhi when the protest began. People had gathered at Jantar Mantar, holding signs and banners, their voices united against the injustice that had shaken their community. Tara stood among them, a petite young woman with quiet eyes, listening to the chants growing louder around her. The …