Journal

Woke at 3 a.m., surfacing from the haze of a long, meandering bender—microdosing on ████, self-experimentation in the spirit of inner cartography. I stepped onto the balcony, cigarette in hand. The city slept, indifferent. It struck me, then: there is nothing holding me back. So I ran. Ran to the park—past shuttered storefronts and flickering…

Picture this.It is a warm summer evening in the border town of Joghat. Adi, a young resident, is on duty in the ER. The faint cry of sirens grows louder, echoing through the dusty corridors of the understaffed NGO hospital. Elsewhere in the building, Dr. Mehta—Adi’s senior—sits slouched at his desk, the flickering bulb half…

The faint rays of a warm spring evening cut through the window, illuminating the dust dancing in the stillness of his room. Ken had just woken from something that felt like a bad dream. Drenched in sweat, he lit a cigarette. Sitting alone, he tried to make sense of his surroundings. He listened intently for…