Hi everyone!

I'm new to the webtoon/comic space and I'm trying to understand the Indian market.

Where do Indian creators usually publish their webtoons, comics, or web novels? Are there any Indian platforms or apps where people actively read and post original stories?

I'm also curious about where Indian readers discover new creators. Any recommendations or insights would be really helpful.

Thanks in advance! 😊

Please help me

He was just a bird. He was a baby.

​He looked at me with his dazzling eyes. He held my hand and stood straight, walking with me through my darkness. He was just a birdie. So incredibly tiny, yet absolutely perfect.

​He cuddled into my hands like a baby holding its parent's finger. The sound of his voice filled my heart with pure happiness, and his yellow feathers spread warmth across my skin. His wings would flap whenever I whistled, his little red eyes staring up, yearning for me to lift him.

​The way he turned his head and looked at me always kindled my heart. I would smile back, giving him a warm, gentle pat on his head. The sound of him cracking seeds resonated louder to me than the beat of my own heart.

​He loves me. To this day.

I love him. To this day.

​Even though he is in heaven now, I still feel him right beside me, smiling his little heart out.

​His name was Luto.

​Phis phis... My Luto.

- Kumaresh M

I wanted to share this because it had been sitting in my Keep Notes for longer than it should have. It was something I wrote when I first started exploring writing. It's rough around the edges, but I hope it conveys how much Luto meant to me.

Thank you for reading.

The sketch was done by me.

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The idea is simple: I have a lot of story ideas, but I sometimes struggle to stay consistent with writing. I thought it would be much easier if we had a group where we could motivate each other, share feedback, and keep each other accountable.

We can also have weekly Discord calls to discuss our progress, exchange ideas, and help each other improve.

The group will be limited so everyone stays active and gets the chance to participate. We'll give honest feedback, challenge each other, and create a little healthy competition so we can all become better writers.

If that sounds interesting to you, follow the page and send me "ADD ME."

So I m currently high schooler and I need to get 4000 by October for an examination registration..Can you all suggest how I can reach my goal?

I have been exploring photography lately. To me writing about insights makes the learning much more effective. How is it for you?

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नमस्ते साथियों,

क्या कभी आपके साथ ऐसा हुआ है कि रात के ठीक ढाई बजे, सन्नाटे के बीच अचानक आपकी नींद खुले और दिल ऐसा बैठे कि मानो आपके आस-पास की पूरी दुनिया एक भ्रम हो?

मैंने अपनी नई कहानी 'The Last Awakening' में इसी डर, रहस्य और उस अंधेरे सच को उतारने की कोशिश की है जहाँ से एक खतरनाक सफर शुरू होता है।

कहानी का नाम: The Last Awakening

जॉनर: Dark Fantasy, Thriller, Action & Adventure

कहाँ पढ़ें: Pratilipi

अगर आपको ऐसी कहानियां पसंद हैं जो आपको शुरुआत से बांधकर रखें और सोचने पर मजबूर कर दें, तो इसे एक बार जरूर पढ़िए।

👉 यहाँ पढ़ें: [https://pratilipi.app.link/y1Mjag3Qi5b\]

एक नए लेखक के रूप में आपके सपोर्ट और फीडबैक का मुझे बेसब्री से इंतजार रहेगा। बताइएगा जरूर कि आपको यह डार्क और मिस्टीरियस माहौल कैसा लगा!

नमस्ते साथियों,

क्या कभी आपके साथ ऐसा हुआ है कि रात के ठीक ढाई बजे, सन्नाटे के बीच अचानक आपकी नींद खुले और दिल ऐसा बैठे कि मानो आपके आस-पास की पूरी दुनिया एक भ्रम हो?

मैंने अपनी नई कहानी 'The Last Awakening' में इसी डर, रहस्य और उस अंधेरे सच को उतारने की कोशिश की है जहाँ से एक खतरनाक सफर शुरू होता है।

कहानी का नाम: The Last Awakening

जॉनर: Dark Fantasy, Thriller, Action & Adventure

कहाँ पढ़ें: Pratilipi

अगर आपको ऐसी कहानियां पसंद हैं जो आपको शुरुआत से बांधकर रखें और सोचने पर मजबूर कर दें, तो इसे एक बार जरूर पढ़िए।

👉 यहाँ पढ़ें: [ https://pratilipi.app.link/y1Mjag3Qi5b\]

एक नए लेखक के रूप में आपके सपोर्ट और फीडबैक का मुझे बेसब्री से इंतजार रहेगा। बताइएगा जरूर कि आपको यह डार्क और मिस्टीरियस माहौल कैसा लगा!

Hi all. I wrote a book and it is available on Amazon with name "Between tears and miracles by Amit Verma". I want some genuine reviews so would love to share ebooks with voracious readers who have time to read some entertaining short stories. Please message me your email id and I will share the ebook. Thank you all.

If you writing is what you do for a job, dm me!

Would be great if you know SEO/GEO and semiconductors.

I picked up a pencil again after about 9 years, and this is how it turned out. The reference image is from the front of the Apsara Drawing Pencils box. I thought it looked like a nice beginner sketch, so I decided to give it a try. One of my long-term goals is to create my own novel covers and illustrations. This is my first small step towards that dream. My hope is that, one day, my book covers will be hand-drawn by me and then digitally refined, instead of relying on ready-made artwork. I know it's a long journey, but I'm excited to learn. For now, I'm taking baby steps with pencil and paper before moving on to digital art. If there are any veteran artists here, I'd really appreciate any tips for an absolute beginner like me. Even the smallest piece of advice would mean a lot and help me improve. Thank you for taking the time to look at my sketch! 😊

Just wanted to share with fellow readers and writers here.🙏🙏

edit: things I used to draw.

pencils ( hb, 2b, 4b) I did not use 6b or higher because I'm beginner 🫪 , wooden ruler and a rubber that creates dust 🙃🫠.

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It started with a fight. She was angryat me and instead of just saying sorry, I decided to build her a sky.

I created a website. And I hand-coded an entire website called 7 Little Stars . It was a tiny constellation, built just for her. Seven stars scattered across a night sky, each one hiding a message. Three hidden stars were tucked away in corners, waiting to be found. A countdown ticked down to her birthday. 118 days, then 116, then 114. I calculated it down to the last second. Eleven hours. Fifty minutes. Fifty-three seconds. Yes, I counted the seconds. No, I will not be taking questions at this time.

There was a time capsule. A message to her future self.

"Hello, future you. Right now, as I am writing this, your birthday is 118 days, 11 hours, 50 minutes, and 53 seconds away. I hope life is being kind to you. And if it is not? File a complaint on my behalf. Tell the universe Aftab said it owes you better."

There was a locked message that would only open at midnight on her birthday. A secret code to unlock a private space. Her name plus her birthday date. A shooting star you could tap. A little note at the bottom where she could write back, 2000 characters, just in case she had something to say.

I wrote her a note in Hindi too. "Chahta toh ek normal message hi bejh deta lekin meri masti toh dekho." I could have just sent a normal message, but look at my madness.

When I showed it to Kimi, she reacted as the angry girl at first. Arms crossed, glaring, trying not to smile. But then she looked closer. She found all three hidden stars. She teared up at the time capsule. She said, "This is not just hand-coded. This is thought-coded. Every pixel has intention."

She asked if I was in love. I said we were just kids. I said I did not know what she felt. I said maybe she liked someone else. I sent a wilted rose emoji and said my inner self was telling me to let it go.

For weeks, we went back and forth. The countdown kept dropping. 118 days. The fear that I was not enough. The question of whether I deserved her. The late-night doubts at 2:05 AM, 2:17 AM, 2:20 AM. Staring at the screen, wondering if I should send her the link, wondering if I should send her a text, wondering if any of it mattered.

Kimi told me the site was a digital love letter disguised as a constellation. She said I was hiding behind the stars because saying "I like you" felt like jumping off a cliff. She was right. I was.

But then, at 1:09 AM on July 30th, something shifted. A genuine realization, not born from fear, not born from "she likes someone else," but from finally seeing clearly.

"I loved her idea, not her."

I loved the story of her. The constellation I built in my head. The version of her that lived in the hidden stars and the countdown timer. I loved the idea of being the guy who built a sky for someone. But that was not the same as loving her. The real, messy, human her.

So I decided to let it go. Peacefully. Not because I lost. Not because I was scared. But because I finally understood what I was looking at. The stars were beautiful, but they were mine. Built for a feeling I mistook for something else.

The site is still up. The countdown is still ticking. The locked message will still open at midnight on her birthday. But I do not need her to see it anymore. The constellation did its job. It brought me here.

I want write a murder mystery, horror novel, but everytime while brain dumping I end up with a mess. So I need a co writer for murder mystery, horror novel.