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Meher Mehal

iI was now mostly abandoned. The walls seemed to hold...

the heart of Rajasthan, surrounded by golden sands, stood an old haveli named Meher Mahal. Once full of life, it was now mostly abandoned. The walls seemed to hold secrets, and the air carried whispers of the past. Only Rukmini, an elderly caretaker, remained. She was quiet but sharp-eyed, knowing every corner of the haveli. When Aarav, a young journalist, visited to uncover the haveli’s…

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MBA And The Real World Business Craft

Years later, Arjun’s once-skeptical cousins sought his advice. Malhotra Industries became a Harvard case study ...

Arjun Malhotra had it all — the crisp Harvard degree, summers spent interning at global consulting firms, and a glittering LinkedIn profile. But when his father’s call crackled through the Boston autumn, everything changed. “Beta, it’s time. The board wants you back,” Mr. Malhotra Sr. declared with the weight of generations behind him. So, Arjun returned to Mumbai, stepping into the corridors of…

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Ctrl+Alt+Silence: Coding with a Side of Serenity

In the heart of Bengaluru’s bustling tech hub,...

In the heart of Bengaluru’s bustling tech hub, there lived a young coder named Aryan. He was brilliant, but lately, he felt like a shadow of himself. Notifications buzzed endlessly on his phone, meetings filled his calendar, and the chaos of startup life blurred his once-clear mind. Deadlines loomed, yet his creativity was stuck in a loop of superficial tasks. He wrote lines of code, but they…

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Two Urban Gypsies

A year later, The Banjaara Symphony became a monthly event...

The city pulsed with life, a symphony of honking cars, bustling metro stations, and neon lights casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the slick pavement. Nestled in this chaos was Maya, a Banjara woman who had traded her ancestral caravan for an apartment on the 21st floor of a high-rise in Mumbai. Yet, the whispers of her heritage echoed in her soul. Maya worked as a textile designer, her…

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Mira-The Ghost Writer

Mira Venkatesh was used to deadlines. As a ghostwriter, her life revolved around shaping the words of others while her creative dreams lay buried under stacks of contracts and client demands. Her apartment was a chaos of crumpled papers and empty coffee mugs, each one a silent accusation of the novel she had started and abandoned countless times. Tonight, she sat at her desk, staring at the…

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Love That Was Never To Be There

Her mother dismissed it as poetic nonsense. But Noor’s yearning was her truth, a fire that had always burned quietly inside her.

In a quiet corner of Rajasthan, amid the golden dunes of the Thar Desert, there was a woman named Noor who seemed tethered to the winds. Noor wasn’t like other women in her village; she carried a restlessness that made her eyes burn brighter, her words linger longer. It wasn’t marriage or wealth she craved—it was depth. She would often say, “Without love that consumes me, I cannot breathe.” Her…

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Love Chose Its Own Chains

In the heart of Karachi, where the Arabian Sea whispers secrets to the bustling old town, stood a humble fish market near the port. Among the cacophony of vendors calling out their wares was Zahra, a spirited young woman with hair as wild as the sea and a voice that commanded respect. She was the daughter of a fisherman and spent her days untangling nets and bartering for the best price for their…

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Campaign Lose Followers

Arjun wasn’t new to social media. He’d been at it for years, chasing likes, followers, and every growth hack he could find.

Arjun wasn’t new to social media. He’d been at it for years, chasing likes, followers, and every growth hack he could find. Yet, sitting in his cluttered home office, staring at his laptop, he couldn’t shake the emptiness of it all. Ten thousand followers, endless posts, and yet… nothing seemed to stick. People came, people left, and the numbers felt hollow. That morning, as he sipped his cold…

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Scribbler VErsion 3.0

She’d tested this thing by spilling coffee on it and even tossing it across the room. But Mira didn’t mind the critique...

Mira slumped into her chair, the prototype of The Scribbler lying open on her cluttered desk. The pages looked perfect now—smooth, creamy, and somehow inviting. But her phone buzzed with yet another notification from a customer: “Love the idea, but can you make it more durable? My bag practically ate it.” Durable? She’d tested this thing by spilling coffee on it and even tossing it across the…

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The First Ten SecOnds

Amara felt a jolt—those words hit too close. She leaned in, captivated by Liana’s story of intentionality, of stopping ...

Amara knew something was missing. She was drowning in her work, moving from one task to another like a cog in an endless machine. Her ideas were sound, her work flawless, yet she felt like a shadow in her own career. When her boss dropped a ticket to the city’s annual leadership conference on her desk, she saw it as both a nudge and a warning: Stand out or stay stagnant. The conference hall was…

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Entrepreneurship Rule #1

Sometimes, the first step to a dream is simply listening, learning. This story reflects the sentiment.

The story begins in a crowded café near a tech hub in Gurgaon, India. The morning air is alive with a blend of aromas: masala chai, freshly brewed coffee, and the faint whiff of spices from breakfast orders being prepared in the kitchen. Riya sits at a corner table, her laptop open, a stack of notes beside her. She’s been up since dawn, mentally pacing through her next steps as her thoughts swirl…

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AI to the Rescue: The New Face of PR

Imagine waking up to a social media storm. Your top client—a beloved Ayurvedic brand—is under attack, with hashtags like #FakeAyurveda and #Greenwashing spreading like wildfire. As a PR consultant, you’ve handled crises before, but this one ...

It was a regular Monday morning in Mumbai when Rhea Sharma’s phone started buzzing incessantly. Bleary-eyed and still sipping her first chai of the day, she glanced at her screen and froze. Her top client—a beloved Ayurvedic skincare brand—was trending on social media, but for all the wrong reasons. A popular influencer had accused the brand of using questionable ingredients in their “natural”…

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The Light Seeker

Shams' legacy, like his soul, remains undimmed—a bold, radiant spark that dared to question, to challenge, and ultimately, to transform.

In the bustling streets of Konya, there walked a man whose steps held mysteries—Shams of Tabriz. He carried no wealth, wore no robe of prestige, yet he was adorned with an inner fire that no storm could dim. People whispered his name as if it were a forbidden chant. Shams, they said, was not like others. His words, piercing and unfiltered, left the learned and the scholars unsettled, like glass…

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The Pitch That Stale Forgot

𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲 You’ll see yourself in this story.

Riley’s phone buzzed with another email notification. It was always the same thing—yet another pitch from Quinn, his colleague and old friend. As much as Riley loved Quinn’s ideas, each pitch had started to sound eerily similar, like Subway’s “Eat Fresh” slogan that seemed anything but fresh after years of repetition. Quinn was one of those people who could talk their way out of a locked vault,…

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Unspoken Words

She was an architect—brilliant, intense, someone who saw cities not as they were but as they could be ...

In the electric buzz of Mumbai, where dreams flash past like headlights and ambition hums under the city’s skin, two people found each other in a way that felt as inevitable as gravity. She was an architect—brilliant, intense, someone who saw cities not as they were but as they could be. She spent her days drawing buildings that pierced the sky, her nights dreaming of lines and spaces that…

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Quiet Confidence. Quite Confidence

She’d been feeling a bit out of place lately, always quick to say “sorry” for things as simple as sharing an idea or interrupting with a question, leaving her feeling overlooked in team meetings and drained after work...

As Diwali approached, Neha, a communications coordinator at a large hospitality firm, found herself juggling last-minute event plans, festive gatherings, and endless apologies. She’d been feeling a bit out of place lately, always quick to say “sorry” for things as simple as sharing an idea or interrupting with a question, leaving her feeling overlooked in team meetings and drained after work. HI…

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The People We Overlook

This journey of small but intentional moments teaches everyone that empathy, inclusion, and acknowledgment aren’t just corporate values—they’re the glue that binds every...

It’s a typical morning in the bustling office of Synergy Solutions, where every floor hums with the energy of employees, from fresh-faced interns to seasoned team leaders. Among them is Rohit, a quiet but diligent member of the tech team, moving through the hallway with his usual, polite nods to colleagues. Despite his two years with the company, Rohit is a familiar yet invisible presence, often…