“Whet it sharper. His Highness wants to make a clean, proper job of it: the moment he strikes, the head should come clean off”, were
Author: Yashvi Dhaddha
The Shadow of a Story
Author’s Note: In the following narrative, I have tried writing satire using the pretended ignorance of a character called ‘this humble author’ while experimenting with
Talk, Don’t Grunt
Little Piniki cried silently, sitting behind the tree stump outside his den. Why did those despicable creatures have to be his family? Especially, his father,
Time Gone Past
Did you see that sly thing slither away? Down your palm it went, And now, you’ve none of it for the nonce. Do you wish
The Sacrifice
16th February, 2115 MEERA: They run along the length of the corridor. Meera’s breath is slackening. It seems so much like the time she used
A Tiny Sapling
I’m a tiny sapling, Of the green verdant world. Help me! I’m new, foreign, Scared of the empty earth, Where dark clouds hide the sun.
An Interview
Kindle: Hello, miss, we are so glad to have you (‘not really’), one of the middle generations of your community, with the many scars life
The Untold Truth
‘…we were having a jashn-e-daawat kind of thing on the terrace (plums and mangoes and the like). I was eating a plum (delicious!) when I
Mook Vidrohi
From the bottom of the stairs, Pradhan saw Maithili’s dupatta disappearing inside the attic. He ran upstairs after her, desperate to hide the secret. The