Crow’s Nest Observer
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An Introvert’s Guide to Socialising – Step 1
Socialising is indeed a brain-racking. Don’t learn to socialise from extroverts. It is difficult to teach something that comes naturally to you. Instead, here is a beginner’s guide – the way I learnt it. Socialising has two parts: Let’s begin… Continue reading
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From a Blog Post to a Book
It’s been over a year since this journey began.This month, to be exact, marks the anniversary of when I handed over the manuscript to my publishers. I didn’t start out wanting to write a novel.I started by writing short stories… Continue reading
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A Familiar Feeling
It had been months since she felt anything. Not a thought that lingered, not a smile that stayed. Days passed without meaning, without weight. Time continued anyway. Continue reading
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Obsidian in the Fire
The faint smell of rain drifted through the air, soft and almost sweet. Far ahead, dark clouds rolled across Tavora’s sky, lightning threading inside them like veins of warning. Rohan quickened his steps. A storm was coming — and in… Continue reading
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The Mark Beneath the Skin
In the attic’s filtered light, Rishabh brushed the dust off an old photo. A boy, smiling beside a dog—his birthmark identical to Rishabh’s. Scrawled in faded ink: Manoj, 1956–1979. He paused. Counted. Manoj was twenty-three—just like Rishabh would be in… Continue reading
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The Hollow Sun: When the Sky Broke
The wind howled through the skeletal remains of the city, curling around Smitha like a warning. She stood in the centre of what used to be a plaza, now a bowl of cracked stone and broken statues. The heart, still… Continue reading
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The Hollow Sun: The Man Without a Heart
He remembered the day he sold it. The Heart. The witch had not asked questions. She never did. Though she had a youthful appearance, her eyes were ancient, like craters in forgotten moons. He walked into her cottage of rusted mirrors… Continue reading
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The Hollow Sun: What Remains of Her
A golden fire split the sky as a thunderous noise echoed through the dark, smoke-like clouds that loomed over the entire land. It was the end of an era. The city below was a silhouette of despair, its concrete pillars jutting… Continue reading
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Highway Robbery: Crows of Alandur
Meet the cleverest thieves you’ve never noticed. On a rusted billboard above Alandur’s snarling traffic, a gang prepares to strike. Not men with knives, but crows with sharp eyes and sharper instincts. Their target? A steaming parcel of vada, tucked… Continue reading
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After the Last Ray
Smitha had heard the rumours.“Don’t step out after the sun sets.”“Darkness is not your friend.” Solvanta was a lush, green tropical island that flourished through the trade of a rare but exquisite fruit called the Lunaka. A vibrant, oval-shaped delicacy with… Continue reading
An Average Being 