Monsoon Stories

The Human Map is a collection of raw, rhythmic verses tracing the paths of endless longing, the weight of societal expectations, and the beautiful, messy connections that prove we are never truly unalone. Read it when you find yourself searching for happiness. Will your world end, or will it mend? Find your path inside.

"Biz olamayız. Bu Tokio Hotel'e çok zarar verir." "Olamamamız da bana zarar veriyor."

𝓢ome promises are written in ink. Others are written in blood. On the night everything ends, a storm hides more than footprints; it buries a truth no one was meant to uncover. Before the Last Monsoon.... Aadya never believed in destiny. Viraj never believed in trust. Bound by a marriage neither of them chose, they are thrust into a world of hidden bloodlines, forgotten temples, silent conspiracies, and enemies who have been watching from the shadows long before either of them knew why. Every answer leads to another lie. Every truth demands a sacrifice. And every step closer to each other brings them closer to a secret that was never meant to survive. Because the greatest betrayals are not always acts of hatred. Sometimes, they are the purest acts of love. Velora is a slow-burning enemies-to-lovers romantic thriller woven with mystery, destiny, ancient secrets, and the haunting question: What if the person who seemed to destroy your life was the only one trying to save it?

❝ वो बारिश का पहला दिन याद है? ❞ Geeli mitti ki khushboo, that urge to go out and play just to feel the drops wetting your skin. The first monsoon showers bring along with them thirst quenching rain for the earth, and a bundle of memories for us. The thundering clouds, the dripping sounds, the drenching rain and the petricore that remains - all bring smile on our faces, and joy to our hearts. VEDANT has experienced it all. From dancing with the drops, to having his first kiss under the drenching rain; he has build many memories for his twenty-six years of existence. ❝ वो बारिश का मनहूस दिन याद है? ❞ Geele kapdo ki badboo, that urge to get out of your house which surprisingly have turned into a dry cleaning machine. The same monsoon showers also bring along with them the traffic jams, the clogged drains and the flooded plains. For some, monsoon is nothing but a bane, filled with heartaches and pain. TARA has suffered a lot. From falling into the mud puddle, to arriving late on her first date, all because of the stupid rain; she has learnt many lessons for her twenty-four years of existence. But is their monsoon adventure over or the picture is abhi baaki? Peek in to know what happens when 'Delhi ki baarish' comes knocking on Tara's door and 'Nainital ki barsaat' is waiting for Vedant to take pahadon ki road. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ PUBLISHED : 9th July, 2024 COMPLETED : ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ MOST IMPRESS RANKINGS : #3 in teenromcom #4 in baarish ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

Every storm hides a secret. This one hides a killer. When a celebrity chef is found murdered inside a rain-soaked Mumbai café, Detective Arjun Deshpande arrives with a cup of chai, a plate of pakodas, and a smile nobody takes seriously. But beneath the jokes is a brilliant mind determined to expose a killer trapped by the monsoon. In Mumbai, the rain washes away footprints-but never the truth!

Niharika Vaidya writes poems about moments she fears she'll forget. Abeer Kher builds spaces meant to last. Somewhere between rain-soaked evenings, coffee, architecture, diaries, and countless ordinary days, they begin building something neither of them notices at first- a life that quietly starts revolving around each other. Monsoon & Mocha is a slow-burn romance about patience, friendship, home, and the kind of love that grows so naturally, you only realize it exists when it has already become part of you.

Mayana arrived in the small hill town with little to no expectation. But, between mist-covered mornings, rain-soaked paths, and days that unfold with gentle familiarity, the place begins to feel like home. As the monsoon settles over the hills, Mayana finds herself reflected in the weather around her, its calm, its restlessness, its quiet depth. Where the Monsoon Felt Like Home is a tender coming-of-age story about belonging, fleeting connections, and the places that shape us without asking us to stay. A story of a season lived fully, and the traces it leaves behind.

An Assay from my school book but with my twists and imagination.

Rainy Season Fun

Almost everyone loves the rains. But, there is an undefinable something that sets the first rains apart from the rest. This is for all those who like to immerse themselves in the first rains of the year! Read along!

The Loom proudly unveils its Monsoon Special Collection 2026, a thoughtfully designed range of handcrafted attire for women.

𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑚𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑚𝑠 𝑤𝒉𝑖𝑐𝒉 𝑖 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑟. 🍂🍁 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑚𝑠 𝑤𝒉𝑖𝑐𝒉 𝑖 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒. 𝑡𝒉𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑚 𝑒𝑢𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑖𝑧𝑒 𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒, 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑎 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑎𝑢𝑛𝑎, 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑠 (𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑦). 𝑖'𝑚 𝑠𝑜 𝒉𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑡𝒉𝑎𝑡 𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑡𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑖𝑔𝒉𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑐𝒉 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑓𝑓. ✨🌼 𝒉𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑖𝑡!! 🌸

The Rain Between Us Some stories begin with a hello. Theirs began with a stranger, a rainy evening, and a moment neither of them thought would matter. Two lives. Two different worlds. And a series of coincidences that slowly begins to feel like something more. Maybe some people are meant to meet. Maybe some stories are written long before we know we're living them.

Tiny molecules sparkling magic

A slow-burn novel of quiet beginnings, rooted identities, and the unexpected intimacy of shared tea and silence. Swarupa, a quietly determined woman from Rajahmundry, is caught between the expectations of her small-town life and the silent chaos of her own mind. She spends her days between job applications, Excel spreadsheets, and whispered temple visits - trying to prove something to herself in a world that never slows down. Aarav, a UX designer from Kochi, carries a different weight - the pressure of always being composed, of making the world smoother for others while never asking for much in return. He's visiting Rajahmundry on a project that should've felt temporary, until it didn't. They meet not through grand fate, but through a power cut, a cup of ginger tea, and a fallen pen. Set against the soft rhythm of temple bells, monsoon skies, and old Telugu songs on dusty speakers, Beneath Monsoon Skies is a story of slow glances, cultural echoes, and learning to be seen without needing to be loud. Because sometimes, the most meaningful stories don't start with fireworks - They start with two people sitting across from each other, just talking... until they aren't strangers anymore.

There are times when you don't address your emotions for a long time for the fear of being judged by others and sometimes by your own self. This collection of poems is me addressing them