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Ashes of Illusion – Part IV: What Remains By Lokanath Mishra The river Ananya had mentioned was not extraordinary. That was precisely why Rajesh liked it. No crowd, no noise, no vendors calling out. Just a long stretch of quiet water moving at its own pace, reflecting...

Ashes of Illusion – Part III: The Weight of Silence By Lokanath Mishra Time did not heal Rajesh. It refined him. The years that followed the divorce were not dramatic. There were no sudden successes, no miraculous turning points. Instead, life moved in a quiet, deliberate...

A Prayerful Reflection on My Daughter’s Birthday By Lokanath Mishra On this sacred day, as the calendar marks the 21st of April, my heart turns inward in gratitude, remembrance, and prayer. It was on this very day in 1987 that my daughter Priyanka entered this world—an arrival...

Ashes of Illusion – Part II By Lokanath Mishra The first court notice arrived on a humid afternoon. Rajesh held the envelope in his hand for several minutes before opening it. Though he had anticipated legal escalation, anticipation never softened reality. The allegations...