Fiction

Awakening

With no parking slot available on the busy market street, double parking my car after turning the SOS lights on while pulling the bag and wallet from the side seat, I hurriedly stepped out to buy hot and fresh “Jalebi Read more…

By Anagha Yatin, ago
Fiction

Punitive Gift

All but 5 years, little Tabassum was busy watching Ilma, her Ammi, pace up and down their studio apartment frantically running some errands, on a rainy day. The trickles of the pearl strings that the raindrops made on the glass Read more…

By Anagha Yatin, ago
Fiction

Vacuum

Many hands were raised, as I displayed a fun picture depicting the job of the Astronaut, on the smartboard. All eager eyes were pleading me to give him or her a chance to speak about it, bobbing from their seats. Read more…

By Anagha Yatin, ago
Fiction

Smirking Bunny

“Is there something wrong with Mumu these days?”, opined Mayank with concern. “Why do you think so?”, asked Meenakshi, his wife. Mrunmayi aka Mumu was Meenakshi and Mayank’s seven-year-old daughter. “I have heard her talking to that new stuffed toy. Read more…

By Anagha Yatin, ago
Fiction

Once Again

Little Anju and Anuj were excited. They clapped when Ranjit, their Baba, who worked as the security guard at a mall, got down from the ladder after hanging the swing in the front room of their house in the chawl. Read more…

By Anagha Yatin, ago
Fiction

Important Question

  Jimmil is a curious boy of three. He regards himself as grown-up. Though most of the family members disregard his self-declared-status, he doesn’t care much. He believes that grownups always have ‘differences of opinion’. He has a buddy, Albert. Read more…

By Anagha Yatin, ago
Travel

Zephyr Agen

Two roads diverged in a wood and I – I took the one less travelled by, and that has made all the difference – Robert Frost Deux routes ont divergé dans un bois et j’ai – j’ai pris la moins Read more…

By Anagha Yatin, ago
Travel

Yugen Agen

Le plus beau du monde est, bien sûr, le monde lui-même – Wallace Stevens The most beautiful in the world is, of course, the world itself.” – Wallace Stevens To rightfully describe a city that belongs to the western world Read more…

By Anagha Yatin, ago