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!” […]
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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
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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
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