Fiction

The Dandelion

  Huffing and panting, I perched myself on the wooden bench under the maple tree, now leafless and apparently lifeless, that stood right in the center of the vast garden. Thankfully the new-year-fitness-resolution-crowd has thinned and the park was now Read more…

By Anagha Yatin, ago
Flash Fiction

Liberated

“I feel so liberated, Amma”, said Vishnu as he hugged his mother Karthikeyi with euphoria and showed her the message on the mobile about his first salary being deposited to his account, with pride. “With liberation comes responsibility, Vishnu and Read more…

By Anagha Yatin, ago