| Day | Platform | Format | Topic | |------|----------|--------|-------| | Mon | IG Reel | Poetry on camera | “The night you left, the peacocks stopped dancing.” | | Tue | YouTube Short | Behind the scenes | Setting up a shot in an old fort | | Wed | Spotify | Audio episode | “Why ghosts in Indian stories never scream” | | Thu | IG Post | Still photo + long caption | A mirror broken 100 years ago – metaphor for memory | | Fri | TikTok | Transition edit | Modern clothes → traditional shadow silhouette | | Sat | Pinterest | Quote card | “Your name is a river. Sharunraj – tide of gold.” | | Sun | Live IG | Story circle | Reading a 2-min folk tale + audience chooses next location |
🕯️ drops this Friday. 📜 Tag someone who writes their feelings in unsent letters. sharunraj vaishnavy
“Sharunraj walked into the forest not to find silence, but to learn its language. The trees spoke in metaphors. The wind, in regrets.” | Day | Platform | Format | Topic
(Short-form, high retention)