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The White Conch Shell

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The snow-clad peaks of the Himalayas had borne witness to countless souls, but never before had they seen a resolve as unflinching as Sudheer’s. With each laboured step, he carved his way upward, braving howling gusts that tore through his jacket like needles and knee-deep snow that had swallowed many a wanderer whole. But Sudheer wasn’t just another explorer chasing myth—he was a man possessed, driven by something more primal: belief, purpose, obsession. An archaeologist by profession and a seeker by nature, Sudheer had set out in search of the Shwet Shankha —the White Conch Shell said to belong to Lord Vishnu himself. Myths claimed it was hidden deep within these mountains, and that its ethereal sound dispelled evil, summoned divine beings, and shifted the balance between this world and the next. Such a herculean piece of mythology was believed to appear only to the worthy. By his side was Sangeeta—his wife, his colleague, and in many ways, his better half. A rationalist to the core,...
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The Forgotten Village

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The Veiled Woman of Kolkata

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Kolkata, rightly acknowledged as the city of joy, is a major metropolitan of India which prides itself as a hotspot of various cultures and inspirations, as it rose from a strong colonial influence to establish itself as a mixture of both hemispheres and a cosmopolitan which has created a distinct identity as an amalgamation of a multitude of people. Famed for its culinary mastery and remarkable architecture, it manages to hides some dark mysteries within its folds, exhibiting its misfortune to some ill-fated. *** Year- 1996 Mr. Bhattacharya was a man of science, a firm believer in the evidentiary sciences behind the myth of paranormal, he was closely associated with many science clubs and awareness groups during his college days itself. A bank employee and a family man, his profile was amenable to any other common man you would see walking down the streets of Kolkata. A man of prolific caliber and a perfectionist to the core, he would usually stay in his small cabin after his usual of...
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