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THE WEIGHT OF WHAT REMAINS By Lokanath Mishra Meera often thought that love was not the loud thing people claimed it to be. With Raghav, it had always been quiet, persistent, stitched into the ordinary hours of the day. Their marriage did not begin with fireworks but with...

The Shape of What We Learn to Hold By Lokanath Mishra Raman Verma was thirty-eight when he stopped pretending that solitude was punishment. It had once felt like exile—rooms too quiet, nights too long—but now it felt like a consequence he could finally live inside without...

The Things We Carry Home By Lokanath Mishra: Aarohi Sen believed people when they spoke gently. She believed Ritwik Malhotra when he said, “You’re my best friend,” because the sentence sounded ordinary, and ordinary things are often the most trusted. They had grown into each...

ପ୍ରଦୁଷିତ ବାୟୁସାରଦା ପ୍ରସାଦ ମିଶ୍ର ଅବନୀ ମଣ୍ଡନ କରି ଅନିଳସଦା ଯୋଗ।ଏ ତା ଶରୀରେ ବଳଅମ୍ଳଜାନ ଦାନେ ପ୍ରାଣୀ ସକଳ ଆନନ୍ଦ ଉଲ୍ଲାସେ ଯେ ଗତିଶୀଳ ଆଜି ହୋଇଛି ଦୁର୍ବଳ ଶରୀର ତାହାର ଯନ୍ତ୍ରଣା କ।ତର ଅବସ୍ଥାଟି ଅସମ୍ଭାଳ ।ଆଜିର ଭୋଗବାଦୀ ମଣିଷଚାହେଁ ସଦାକାଳେ ଭୋଗ ବିଳାସ ପ୍ରାକୃତିକ କ୍ଷେତ୍ର ଲଭେ ବିନାଶକୁତ୍ରିମତା ବେଗେ କରେ...