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Travel - The Nation We See

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The morning sun spilled golden light over the gleaming spires of New Edinburgh, a city buzzing with promise and possibility. In two different corners of its sprawling urban tapestry, two young men stirred awake in their modest apartments. Shankar, an Indian student with a mop of unruly black hair, stretched in his cramped studio apartment, the walls adorned with posters of cricket legends and a small shrine to Ganesha. Across town, Rizwan, a Pakistani student with sharp features and a neatly trimmed beard, rose from his bed, his room decorated with calligraphy and a framed photo of the Lahore skyline. Both men, from nations long at odds, were bound by a shared rhythm—and a rivalry that had simmered since their first encounter at Edinburgh College. Their mornings unfolded like mirrored rituals. Shankar laced up his sneakers and jogged through a nearby park, sweat glistening as he pushed through his workout, his mind already replaying arguments with Rizwan. Rizwan, meanwhile, hit the...
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Travel - Feminism Vs Society Mindset

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It was midnight. Vishu, a 25-year-old adult, stood at the corner of the road. He was on a call with his mom, saying, “Yeah, Mom, I already know it’s midnight. I’ve already booked a cab. I’ll be back within an hour.” His mom replied, “Okay.” They ended the call. After the call, Vishu got busy swiping through Instagram reels. His feed was filled with videos of girls failing at driving. With a sarcastic smirk, he muttered, “Who the heck even gives girls a license?” As he kept scrolling, a reel popped up, demanding justice for a man who had died due to alimony torture. Seeing that, anger flared up inside him. He muttered under his breath, “The women of this generation are the worst... doing shameful things in the name of feminism.” Frustrated, he shoved his phone into his pocket. Just then, the cab he had booked pulled up beside him. The driver rolled down the window. Vishu froze for a moment — the driver was a woman. Stunned, he just stood there until the driver leaned out a little ...
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Travel - The Reservation Debate

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It was a sunny morning. Taxi driver Prasad Rao was reading a newspaper inside his car. As his eyes wandered over the newspaper, they settled on the headline: “MP Nithin Pawar asks for a 10% hike in SC/ST reservation for college seats.” Seeing the headline, his eyes flared with anger. He put the newspaper aside and muttered to himself, “The country is already filled with unworthy brats in every field, ignoring the truly deserving ones while giving more opportunities to these cheap lower-caste people.” Just as he finished speaking, a notification popped up on his phone for a cab ride. He took a deep breath, put his frustration aside, and got ready for work. After some time, we see Prasad waiting at a crossroads for his passenger. As he waited, a stranger knocked on the closed windshield. Prasad rolled it down. The stranger asked, “Uber?” Prasad nodded and said, “OTP?” The stranger recited the OTP and entered the cab. As Prasad drove, he observed his passenger. The man was wearin...
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Fake Id

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It is Saturday morning, and the newsreader of the DS News channel reports: “This morning, the Mumbai police arrested a scammer named Vikram Kumar, who had been impersonating a woman online under the name Preeti Dhoomcherla. He pretended to be a woman and scammed numerous people. Following complaints filed by three individuals at Bandra police station, the police apprehended him. Upon investigating his accounts, they discovered that he had defrauded more than 45 people. The police investigation is ongoing.” The scene shifts to the evening, where two police officers, Inspector Sameer and Sub-Inspector Ravi, are discussing the case. Sameer says, “This guy is different from anyone I’ve interrogated before. He confessed to his crime without hesitation and is even enduring the bruises without complaint.” Ravi responds, “Sir, then the case is solved, isn’t it?” Sameer shakes his head thoughtfully and replies, “Hmm, but you know our real focus is on something deeper. You understand that, right...
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The House Epilogue

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   Later after the major events, inside the police commissioner’s office, a tense atmosphere hung in the air. Commissioner Raghavan sat at his desk, a stack of files and photographs spread out before him. Opposite him stood Inspector Suresh, his expression grim as they reviewed the details of the missing person’s cases.   “Five missing painters,” Raghavan muttered, rubbing his temples. “And now Rajesh and his colleagues. It’s been weeks, and we still have nothing concrete.”   Suresh nodded solemnly. “We’ve combed through every lead, every possible clue. It’s as if they vanished into thin air. The nearby villagers won’t go near that house, and those who do refuse to talk. They claim it’s cursed.”   Raghavan leaned back in his chair, exhaling heavily. “Cursed or not, we need evidence. We can’t base our investigation on superstitions and folklore. What about the forensic team? Any traces, footprints, anything?”   Suresh shook his head. “Nothing signifi...
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