When the Clouds Come Down
Stories of Rain, Memories, and Still Places
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When the Clouds Come Down is a tender, atmospheric collection of short stories set in the rain-soaked hills of India, where time slows, memories return like mist, and stillness becomes its own kind of healing. From forgotten letters found in an attic to unexpected friendships formed in silent guesthouses, each story in this debut collection holds a quiet ache and a gentle hope. These are tales of people learning how to pause - to sit with loss, to remember what matters, and to notice the beauty in ordinary things. Written in a voice that feels like an old friend, When the Clouds Come Down is f...
When the Clouds Come Down is a tender, atmospheric collection of short stories set in the rain-soaked hills of India, where time slows, memories return like mist, and stillness becomes its own kind of healing. From forgotten letters found in an attic to unexpected friendships formed in silent guesthouses, each story in this debut collection holds a quiet ache and a gentle hope. These are tales of people learning how to pause - to sit with loss, to remember what matters, and to notice the beauty in ordinary things. Written in a voice that feels like an old friend, When the Clouds Come Down is for readers who crave soul over spectacle, silence over noise, and stories that stay long after the last page is turned. If you've ever missed someone quietly, or loved a place without knowing why, this book is for you. The author Bijoyeti is a Kolkata-based entrepreneur, brand strategist, and storyteller who helps founders & creatives build businesses rooted in authenticity, clarity, and confidence. Co-founder of Iphiko Digital, a Google & Meta-certified agency, she transforms chaotic content into high-converting brand presence. With a master's in English Literature and Tourism Management, she was also named FSIA's Super Woman 2020. When The Clouds Come Down is her debut collection. When she's not writing or building something new, she's often staring out a window with a cup of tea gone cold, listening for the next story that wants to be told.
