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