By Kalpana Kumari A letter to our children When we grow up, we often look back to our school days- our friends, the small victories, the silly mistakes, the days that made us feel seen. One such memor
By Dr. Mamatha Suthar I walked through the city streets — vast, endless, waiting to be explored. Yet with every step, I felt eyes on me — like tentacles wrapping around my skin, leaving me in a state
By Aryesh Maurya Kuchh kahaniyan aisi hoti hain, jiski shuruaat hame nahi pata hoti hai. Magar ham kabhi unhe khatm bhi nahi hone dena chahte hain, to ham sawaal karte hain. Ye kahani hame kuch aise h
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