A first look at the cover for my upcoming hard science fiction novel—set in a near-future India where physics, geopolitics, and deep space engineering collide. Zero Dimensional Space – Book 1 begins not with warp drives or alien signals, but with a physics anomaly in a Casimir force experiment at a…
I don’t think Rajeev’s secretary understands what’s sitting on my desk. For weeks I’ve been sending papers, abstracts, and “short write-ups” to help her “brief him when he has the time.” Each time I send one, another request comes back. He’s a busy man, I know—but this isn’t a Mars…
There are some characters I hesitate to describe — not because there isn’t much to say, but because too much would be lost in the telling. Lata is one of them. She humbles me. She unsettles me. And sometimes, without warning, she angers me. That’s all I can say, for…
From the very beginning of writing this story, I was fascinated by the idea of engineering silence—what it would mean to construct a chamber so quiet, so perfectly insulated, that a human mind might begin to touch something truly unknown. This is the evolution of the Meditation Core as seen…
This is part of the in-universe blog series from Zero Dimensional Space, a hard science fiction novel that reimagines faster-than-light travel in a scientifically grounded and original way. The discovery of Zero Dimensional Space has sparked a covert, brutal space race, where governments deploy espionage, terrorism, and artificial minds to gain control…
In the following unpublished email, recovered from the internal archives of ASFA (Association for Searching and Finding A1), Nilima writes to Lata. This letter, sent from the Himalayan town of Munsyari, is not a technical briefing nor a scientific update. It is something far more human: a confession, a lament,…
Zoe isn’t a villain. What she has lived through has shaped her. And perhaps the saddest thing is that everything she thinks and says is the truth. Humanity is a parasite. But then again, she’s a mirror. A cracked one. And like all cracked mirrors, what she reflects is the…