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Prologue It sneaks in before you detect it! A somnolence riddled with the smell of acid rain on rusted pipes and the quiet damage of chemical wounds on soil that knows not how to heal. It arrives like a warning,…

Chapter 1. Alisha unlocked the key to her one-bedroom flat in Garchha and slopped down on a chair. The night breeze trickled in through the window refreshing her damp skin. Summer in Kolkata wrung the last bit of energy from…

The 27th of March, 2026, marks a special day for our magazine that started with a dream. We hosted the first Mahanagar Novella Award 2026, attended by our top five shortlisted participants, hosted by our publisher, Dr. Sabarna Roy, and…

“The qualities associated with it (the Mother archetype) are maternal solicitude and sympathy; the magic authority of the female; the wisdom and spiritual exaltation that transcend reason; any helpful instinct or impulse; all that is benign, all that cherishes and…

“Kisher Sobde Ghum Bhenge Gelo Jei- Dekhi, Kalikata Achey Kalikata-tei“ -Rabindranath Tagore Lying by the gushing Ganges, Calcutta stands as a distinct epitome of cultural life. A unique blend of history and heritage, the city harbors a plethora of…

I was always homeThrough summerwinter and squallI strolled with youStamping onshed autumn leavesSat with youWatching TV newsWhen war wagedAte with youThe finest turkeyAnd when nightcame downI slept with youRunning fingers throughYour curlsAnd yet you awaited,A homecomingMumma, PapaYou shriekedIn cold sweatSilencing…

“Where is Abba? Ammi”Under the scotching heat,She roams through jagged, crumbling alleysWaiting for him to come.She has waited for centuries-Or so it feels. She wavers, wanders, pleads, whispering in the void beside the gutter. They sleep beneath the blackened shack,huddled everydayin biting…

Bama Faustina Soosairaj begins her discourse about her life and struggles in an unusual manner; the first few passages of her autobiography, Karukku, describe the beautiful mountains that surround her village. Karukku, published in 1992, is considered to be the…

Coming down out of the dense blue firmamentthe white bird touches the green earth, shutsits eye and smell the grass on the roadside. Ignoring the watchful gaze of the autumn skythe shimmering feathers drip drop by drop,water-like dreams and dream-like water. Here…

love’s mendicants become monsoon’s pour—cornflower blue horses on a cloudy day—hasten towards the laguna of gelatin skulls,you gently prune solar leaves in meadows of clay orisons; the feather is a wakened gypsy whom the unhinged, carmine wind lulls. Inam Hussain…

Sourabh Mukherjee Honoured as one of the frontrunners in Indian crime fiction by eminent media houses, Sourabh Mukherjee is a screenwriter and bilingual author of several true crime and psychological thriller novels and short stories on social themes. His bestselling books…

There are historical dramas that politely invite you into the past. Then there’s Mussolini: Son of the Century, which kicks the door off its hinges, grabs you by the collar and insists you look directly at the machinery of authoritarian…

I am standing by the slope, looking around;Greens… greys… and browns…Absorbing the magical hue of the sky that lures me, keeps me bound.I try to look to the horizon— far and beyond…But the fog blurs my lenses.My vision struggles to…

In the heart of Amritsar, not far from the border that divided more than just land, lived Ayaan, a quiet poet whose verses never saw the light beyond his old leather-bound notebook. He wrote in silence, for a love he…

Films have never been mere fodder for entertainment to me. They are instruments of dissent and vessels of history, as every artistic medium should be. Joyland (2022), directed by Saim Sadiq, is a testament to the aforementioned statement. Set in…

On election night in New York, the story didn’t read like the familiar script. A little-known state lawmaker—young, openly Muslim, and proudly calling himself a democratic socialist—didn’t just squeak through a fractured field. He won. And in doing so, Zohran…

I love my city’s unique identity- hesitant,flawed and fragmented.In the faint light of the street lamp, I invitethe ghosts of yesteryears. One of the two roads that led to my house,may be the shortest, go to the sleep early.In the night,…

Gautam Chakraborty An engineer by education, an IT Management Leader by profession and a photographer by passion – that summarises Gautam. Gautam is more an explorer of nature and wildlife where photography is a means to him to capture those…

The bleak, rickety kothri was obliviously untrodden for decades but not cursed to eternal sleep. You awaken the stiff, creaky door from years of mundane rest. The cobwebs on the pale yellowish wall are dimly visible. Thick layers of dust…

In the obtuse bend of timeI walk the lonely city lightsAnd each step keeps me moving,Till I see beyond the mirageOf nothingness beyond the heightsOf unknown troubles of noisy horns;And the calm melody of the storm;And drowsy lamplights,And the rain…