In the misty hills of Landour, a writer retreats to an old Mughalian British palace, hoping to find a story. The palace is a half-ruin, shrouded in fog--a secret waiting to be remembered.
He has come with nothing, yet the qwords begin to flow. The wind carries a woman's faint laughter, melancholy melody through the velvet corridors, and slowly, the palace comes alive on the page a reality so vivid. As he loses himself in the life he is creating, the li
In the misty hills of Landour, a writer retreats to an old Mughalian British palace, hoping to find a story. The palace is a half-ruin, shrouded in fog--a secret waiting to be remembered.
He has come with nothing, yet the qwords begin to flow. The wind carries a woman's faint laughter, melancholy melody through the velvet corridors, and slowly, the palace comes alive on the page a reality so vivid. As he loses himself in the life he is creating, the li
On a quiet, rainy Friday night, journalists Shyam Chakraborty and Prantik Nag sat in their apartment, engrossed in a conversation about the origins of fear. Fables and myths—those strange inheritances from the past—were their subject. Prantik was narrating a ghost story from his childhood, one that had planted a lasting seed of paranoia in him.
Myths are meant to be enjoyed, relished like old wine—passed on, embellished, but never tru
On a quiet, rainy Friday night, journalists Shyam Chakraborty and Prantik Nag sat in their apartment, engrossed in a conversation about the origins of fear. Fables and myths—those strange inheritances from the past—were their subject. Prantik was narrating a ghost story from his childhood, one that had planted a lasting seed of paranoia in him.
Myths are meant to be enjoyed, relished like old wine—passed on, embellished, but never tru
Silence of mind is the presence of hliness in you. And the thought outside your technical work and knowledge is Sin. "And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free."
Why should the nationality or culture of the authors dictate the interpretation or application of the sacred texts? Is not spirituality a common thread woven through the fabric of all humanity? A lot of scriptures have been interpretted but none have changed the world even
Silence of mind is the presence of hliness in you. And the thought outside your technical work and knowledge is Sin. "And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free."
Why should the nationality or culture of the authors dictate the interpretation or application of the sacred texts? Is not spirituality a common thread woven through the fabric of all humanity? A lot of scriptures have been interpretted but none have changed the world even
Stephen, was raised with strong traditions, deeply rooted in his culture and faith. His childhood was filled with nostalgia, the kind of memories every young boy cherishes and later reflects on with warmth. His life seemed perfect—he had a flourishing career, a loving family, and a sterling reputation. But then, everything began to shift when God called him to a higher purpose. The chase had just begun.
THE CHURCH CLUB takes you on a profound spi
Stephen, was raised with strong traditions, deeply rooted in his culture and faith. His childhood was filled with nostalgia, the kind of memories every young boy cherishes and later reflects on with warmth. His life seemed perfect—he had a flourishing career, a loving family, and a sterling reputation. But then, everything began to shift when God called him to a higher purpose. The chase had just begun.
THE CHURCH CLUB takes you on a profound spi
What could Pritam Chatterjee, 19, a Calcutta-born dreamer, and Valentina Francis, 16, a Goan schoolgirl, possibly have in common if not their shared belief in the religion of love? How many times must they fall in love, again and again? Does love and hate intertwine, driven by an all-consuming desire to possess each other? Can love truly end in hate, and hate in turn end in love?
Two souls, bound by an unspoken connection, find themselves woven into ea
What could Pritam Chatterjee, 19, a Calcutta-born dreamer, and Valentina Francis, 16, a Goan schoolgirl, possibly have in common if not their shared belief in the religion of love? How many times must they fall in love, again and again? Does love and hate intertwine, driven by an all-consuming desire to possess each other? Can love truly end in hate, and hate in turn end in love?
Two souls, bound by an unspoken connection, find themselves woven into ea
Every part of you - your food, your finances, your interests, your choices, your entire life, they control. They act not with your knowledge, but seemingly so subtle, which is what you are. Is that freedom? They are the puppeteers and you are the puppet. Would you call that the essence of human life?
Imagine it is their choice your life is all about and the very realization of it would take centuries of
generations - your ancestors, your grea
Every part of you - your food, your finances, your interests, your choices, your entire life, they control. They act not with your knowledge, but seemingly so subtle, which is what you are. Is that freedom? They are the puppeteers and you are the puppet. Would you call that the essence of human life?
Imagine it is their choice your life is all about and the very realization of it would take centuries of
generations - your ancestors, your grea