The Anonymous Writer

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July 2017

  • I, Chicken

  • by Abhijit Chakraborty

  • I’ve been cramped up inside this small cage for far too long. The steel wires are constantly abrading my feathers, leaving me a little more naked with each passing minute. But this nakedness is not my concern right now. It’s temporary, and shall last only till the time I’m alive. Nudity works differently for us chickens. We’re covered with a thick layer of feathers all of our adult lives. It’s

  • July 19, 2017

  • First Night

  • by Suyash Sahu

  • I woke up and he was gone. It was not the first time when a guy had left me alone in the morning with the memories of the night. The nights have always been like a tunnel to me. I always enter into them like a train with no other option but to succumb to the dark reality.   But out of the blue, in that darkness, I begin to

  • July 16, 2017

  • Strength

  • by Ananya Dasgupta

  • The glare of the bright lights on the stage blinded him for a moment. His heart was in an overdrive and he was afraid that the audience could hear it beating. His palms were sweating, and little beads of sweat were forming on his forehead. He had never been afraid of being on stage, no. Since the time he was very young, stage had only pulled him towards it. He

  • July 9, 2017

  • Google Maps

  • by Anwesha Guru

  • “Bhaiya, you have to drop me off first,” were the first words which fell on my ears as I got into the Uber which I had booked to return home that monsoon evening. I looked at the girl sitting beside me, barking orders at the Uber driver.   I looked at the Uber driver. He was a man of about my father’s age. He was struggling to get used to

  • July 8, 2017

  • Faded Memories

  • by Ananya Dasgupta

  • What do we usually do when someone who means a lot to us, leaves us?   We don’t usually search for ways to let go. We don’t usually look for ways to lessen our hurt.   Instead, we search for the songs that remind us of them and listen to them on repeat. We watch movies that make us fantasise of what could have been. We go to the places

  • July 2, 2017