Fiction

The Lost Path

“Good morning. How are you?”, I inquired as I entered the house. She sat on sofa, nonchalant, silhouetted by the morning Sun. I registered a lost note on her wrinkled face bracketed by curly lock, as I neared her. She now was looking at me with sign of familiarity missing Read more…

By Anagha Yatin, ago
Fiction

Nocturnal Treasure Hunt

“Oh God”, she muttered turning over in bed. “Ketan… Wake up”, she whispered, scrabbling blanket to reach him. “Maaaammaaa…There’s someone under my bed”, she said with trepidation. Dark night was perfect background for ghostly thoughts. A casual glance at the window, through which escaped faint street light, sent chill down Read more…

By Anagha Yatin, ago
Fiction

Blue Gaze

“Salam saab”, saluted the sentry as I entered the patrolling station. Adjusting eyesight to early morning wintry grey darkness of room, I paced ahead. A lean figure sat on the chair opposite my table, with torso leaned over it. Legs dangling above ground, the figure wore torn jootis. The petite Read more…

By Anagha Yatin, ago