

A sunny Friday morning in May. It is only nine o’clock, yet the heat is already oppressive. Kolkata, the City of Joy, simmers under the early summer sun. The streets are alive with movement—office-goers huff and puff, jostling for space in overcrowded private and state-run buses. The honking of yellow taxis blends with the distant wail of trains, creating a symphony of the city’s relentless energy. Soumen works at a small sales firm near Golpark. He is twenty-eight, living with his parents in a modest rented apartment near the 8B bus stand in Jadavpur. Today, he has overslept until eight, awakened only after his mother’s shrill shouts pierced the air, as if she were tearing the roof apart. “Soumen! Wake up! You are late again!” she yelled, pounding on the wooden door. His job demands daily door-to-door visits, exhausting both body and mind. He has been searching for a better…
Look, I’m not saying Ramu was a liar exactly. My mother would’ve called him “creative with the truth.” He sold fruit near the old…
I was merrily walking past a lively street, the way the auburn trees touch the skies as if asking for a peck, just for…
The mosque at the corner of the bazaar kept its own small weather. At night, the courtyard took on a blue hue. Lamps breathed,…
It was early spring, and the sweet sounds of birds, buzzing bees, and the smell of blooming flowers had filled the small neighbourhood located…
As Asutosh comes out of the railway station, it is almost 10 PM. The station is relatively small, with a single room belonging to…
Carole sat on the piano bench beside her son Chris, a study in genetic diversity. She was petite, shapely, with green eyes and blond…
It is a humid Monday morning in October. At the bus stands of Kolkata, office-goers jostle and push, fighting for space in packed private…
That evening, Prakash, a young man in his twenties, was putting the finishing touches on his most incredible creation: a humanoid robot embedded with…