Deepankar Kumar
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Echoes of the lost city
Deepak was a young man of twenty-three, with a heart full of wanderlust and a mind ablaze with curiosity. Born and raised in the bustling city of Delhi, he had always felt a magnetic pull towards the unknown, a yearning to explore beyond the boundaries of his familiar surroundings. Yet, amidst the cacophony of honking horns and bustling markets, Deepak's dreams of adventure seemed like distant echoes, barely audible above the urban symphony.His days were spent in a monotonous routine—commuting through crowded streets to his job in a small IT firm, where he sat in front of a computer screen for hours on end. The city's relentless pace left him yearning for moments of quiet introspection, for a chance to reconnect with the untamed spirit that lay dormant within him.One sweltering summer afternoon, as Delhi's sun beat down mercilessly upon the city, Deepak found himself seeking refuge in the cool shade of an ancient banyan tree in a forgotten corner of Lodhi Gardens. Its sprawling branches provided sanctuary from the oppressive heat, while its gnarled roots whispered tales of centuries past—of empires risen and fallen, of conquests and legends that had shaped the land.
By Deepankar Kumar10 days ago in Fiction