Two Lives

History isn’t guaranteed alone by political ramblings or wobbling economies. The social milieu or fabric is what actually seams history. So, even as we may talk of the Industrial Revolution of the 19th Century or the building of the railways, it would be incomplete unless we have a look at how life was being lived … Continue reading Two Lives

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British Jewel of the Orient

The railways in India are truly a legacy of the British Raj. In a previous chapter, we spoke of how Industrialization was a big phase in Europe in the early 19th century. As a result, there were engineering enthusiasts who dreamt of covering the earth with cast iron rails. At the same time, the rising … Continue reading British Jewel of the Orient

Shyamala to Simla

For Previous chapters click here... ****************************************************************************** “If History were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Rudyard Kipling After the Gorkha leaders had been quelled, the British, who saw Shyamala as an obscure village, gave it to the Patiala Raja for the assistance rendered by him in the war (read about … Continue reading Shyamala to Simla

Discovering Shyamala

When God created the earth, he was essentially playing treasure hunt. He precariously placed some fortunes all around and left it to man to discover them. A chance discovery of these treasures has always been special. I’m sure Columbus was on cloud nine when he stumbled upon the Americas while trying to find a direct … Continue reading Discovering Shyamala

My Friend Alexa- Season 4

This post comes at a special time. Come September and A Hundred Quills completes a year! When I started this blog, I had just one thing on my mind- I wasn’t thinking business. I wanted to write and connect with people who write- the like-minded gang and Voila! Didn’t I do that! The beginning was … Continue reading My Friend Alexa- Season 4

To the Writer’s Abode

The sun peeped in through the voile curtains, drawing a thin line across the bed. The boy tossed around and then pulled a blanket to cover his face. But the sun continued to coax him before he sat up in his bed and looked at his sister sleeping next to him, still oblivious of the … Continue reading To the Writer’s Abode

Our Souls are Flecked with Friendship

Our souls, I believe, are flecked with friendship. You know, we are mostly lucky to find friends at several crossroads. Not all of them are forever, but they do stay like cold, fresh mornings that are rather sharp, but then also so raw and completely unorthodox. Yes, the most beautiful relationships are so unconventional. And … Continue reading Our Souls are Flecked with Friendship