When Hearts Remember What Distance Cannot Erase By Lokanath Mishra ( A letter from a wife to her husband) My Beloved, When I close my eyes in the quiet of the night, I don’t see walls or distances—I see you.Somehow, even miles away, my breath still knows its way back to your heartbeat. I want […]
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My Son By Lokanath Mishra We are not dramatic people. My husband still wakes up at 5:30 every morning. I still boil milk the same way I did when our son was small—careful not to let it spill. Habits don’t die just because hope is tired. Our son, Raghav, used to call every night at
A Story of Dvapar Yuga in Prose (Part-27A) By Lokanath Mishra ( Mahabharata in Prose)Belamali, enchanted by Bhima’s appearance, carried his lifeless body down to the netherworld (Pātāla) to her father, the Serpent King Ananta. At Belamali’s request, King Ananta fed Bhima the nectar of immortality and restored his life. When Bhima regained consciousness, he
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Title : The Quiet Measure of a Man By Lokanath Mishra The vest hung loosely on his shoulders, its once-white cotton dulled into the color of old mornings. Time had washed it thin, softened its seams, erased the sharpness it once had—much like the man who wore it. He tugged at the hem and smoothed
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A Story of Dvapar Yuga in Prose (Part-27) By Lokanath Mishra ( Mahabharata)Parashurama had already resolved to keep his word. There was no room left for reconsideration. He therefore sent Amba to Bhishma, accompanied by his two sons, Neelaram and Raghuram, with explicit instructions that she be married to Bhishma. The two brothers reached Hastinapura,
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The Weight of Silence By Lokanath Mishra Nandini had begun to feel that time moved differently for women like her. In the village, years were not counted by calendars but by outcomes—marriage, child, lineage. At thirty-two, she had crossed into that unspoken category where sympathy slowly turned into judgment. Eight years of marriage had passed,
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The Door That Never Truly Closes By Lokanath Mishra In the sacred coastal city of Puri, where the bells of the Bedi Hanuman Temple mark the hours and the endless sea whispers lessons of surrender, lived Aditya Rath and Meera Tripathi. Aditya was a man of restraint—calm on the surface, storms within. Meera carried devotion
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A Story of Dvapar Yuga in Prose (Part-26 A) By Lokanath Mishra (Mahabharata )King Shantanu, the ruler of Hastinapura, would often gaze upon the face of his son Devavrata with deep admiration and pride. During this period, Devavrata repeatedly repelled numerous enemy attacks solely through his extraordinary courage and martial prowess. Which father, after all,
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Samba Dashami: A Sacred Ode to Motherhood, Faith, and the Sun God By Lokanath Mishra Samba Dashami is a deeply revered and culturally rich festival unique to the state of Odisha. Observed on the tenth day (Dashami) of the Sukla Paksha in the auspicious month of Pausha, this sacred day beautifully weaves together devotion, motherhood,
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A Story of Dvapar Yuga in Prose: (Part- 25-C) By Lokanath Mishra: Unable to bear the insult to her husband at the sacrificial ritual of her father Daksha Prajapati, Sati leapt into the sacrificial fire. Enraged beyond measure, Shiva severed Daksha’s head. Daksha’s head fell into the sacrificial pit and was reduced to ashes. Later,
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