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 dotted sparsely with regulars as January was about to say 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 that means you have a new set of strings, new Read more…

By Anagha Yatin, ago
Fiction

The Breath

A riot of laughter was enough to break the monotony of pin drop silence that marched long corridors of girl’s hostel, that chilly winter night. The walls otherwise chained to the discipline, took notice. The dim light in the aisle sought to borrow  brightness from the chirpy girly talk seeping Read more…

By Anagha Yatin, ago
Flash Fiction

Make It or Fake It #WoWe

He was nervous. His face mirrored the tell a tale signs. “Relax, young man! Enjoy the shoot” “Am trying” “Hands on sides. Chin up” instructed the photographer. Abiding by the instructions he adjusted his position on the stool. “Is that all right?” “Expressions, where are they? Man, you are enjoying Read more…

By Anagha Yatin, ago
Fiction

Wheels of Hope #ZombieBlogHop

‘Six months into 2019 and I cant wait anymore’, he mumbled. That day he was very busy since morning, busy cleaning and polishing the brand new bicycle. She was returning home, after a long while and much longer wait. He had promised her a bicycle. She always dreamt of riding Read more…

By Anagha Yatin, ago