Written by Sri Vishal Narlanka Illustration by Sri Vishal Narlanka Filed Under:  The Seven Crows and the Man Who Scrubbed Archive Entry:  #41025 | Condition:  Unresolved Recovered from:  The Sealed Wing Note:  A restricted entry transcribed by ————, Third Keeper of the Hollow Archive.  Marked: "Not for light. Not for forgiveness." We once considered it a phrase of ridicule - Deus Ex Machina, the God from the Machine. But we misunderstood. The Machine is God. The Deus ex Machi

Written by Kranthi Kiran Parlapalli Illustrated by Rishita Kinra Mornings once felt lively, the fire crackling as Dad hummed, folding the saddle blanket. Our giggles rose with the steam of Mom’s süütei tsai, warming the space beneath felt. Now, there’s a time in the morning when everything pauses, not out of peace but fear. The fire doesn’t crackle. The felt hangs damp from last night’s snowmelt. And the khöömei… It’s gone. No hum. No echo. No thread tying us to the sky. When

Written by Shubhangi Illustrated by Vaishnavi Bale They say death is silence. For her, it began with applause. She opened her eyes to a courtroom so decadent it defied gravity, time, and reason. A palace carved from mirror and velvet, suspended in a void. Gilded frames floated midair, each projecting scenes from her most-liked posts: filtered breakfasts, staged tears, and candid moments rehearsed to perfection. Standing on gold flagstones, she faced rows of faceless mannequin

Written by Tanvi Illustrated by Kanishka Hardasani An unconventional diegesis, humble production, and absence of a glamorous launch. A garage to record, riveting lyricism, and maverick ideas. That’s what the term Indie  meant when it was first coined from “independent”. The purpose was to bring a concept, often outlandish, to life, unaided; with no parenting by established companies, no strings of monopoly entangled in their fingers, and no margins to creativity. Indie was a

Written by Pavitraa Joshi Illustrated by Rishika Vora Blood. War cries. Hoofbeats. Metal clanks. Footfalls. Clarions. Shields thumping. War horns. Blood. Blood. " Ligyron!! " He opened his eyes to sharp ringing in his ears and an inexplicable ache in his heel.  Everything around him was painted crimson. His insides burned. Not with the eagerness of vengeance, but with guilt of failure.  He examined his surroundings. Ashen trees at a distance swayed, still as Patroclus’ lifele

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Written by Dhananjay Gopal Illustration by Sri Vishal Narlanka Colin I looked at the contact on my phone, and a feeling of dread ran down...

Written by S K Deeraj Illustration by Vani Tyagi I’m at my grandmother’s house, a relic in itself. The kind of house where you can hear...

Written by Anantha Narayanan Illustration by Sriram Lakshminarasimhan A sunny day, in the late 1990s, set the stage for the most...

Written by Pavitraa Joshi Illustration by Kanishka Hardasani The light from the fire danced before my eyes. The flames swayed with...

Written by Rachita Mohan Illustration by - Rishika Vohra Janet awakes from her slumber, her eyes adjusting to the faint glow of 1500...

Written by Kranthi Kiran Parlapalli Illustration by Megha Jain (Olof and Karin, a peasant couple from the 1880s  Sundsvall, Sweden, have...

Written by Mythrayi M. R. Do you have a favourite movie for bad days?  In the hopes that rewatching mine would lift my spirits, I sat...

Written by Bhumika Patil His legs perched on the table, Arun, a 46-year-old police sepoy, was wondering which stalls he should visit...

Written by Anvesha Bhanot On a ruinous day described with an eerie serenity, people clad in white gathered around stacked logs of wood,...

Written by Dhruv Kulkarni The crowd cheered at the execution. Unapologetic cruelty was on full display. The hero was to be executed on...

Written by Shashank Thakur Ah, here we go again, another day unfolding like a slow-motion disaster, and I'm caught in the whirlwind of...

Written by Dhanyashree Hegde I wake up feeling an odd sense of accomplishment. Like a session of indulgence in an insatiable craving....

Written by Prerana Veerla My health beeps on the red mark, a mere 1% drop igniting dread within you. Your grip on me tightens as your...

Written by Samridhi Singh Last year, around this time, I was in Jaipur attending my sister's wedding. Regal is the word I'd use to...

Written by Harini Mandapaka Why did I fail? Why can't I be the best? Shattered hopes and broken dreams have lately become my best...

Less is more, or is it? Deduce the direction of your imagination in this article by our correspondent Sebastian.

Explore the world of art and its interpretation in this article by our correspondent Dhruv Kulkarni.

He slowly let himself get lost in his fantasy world of likes and retweets, giving into the addiction.