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(picture) “So long as Tara Devi sees The lights of Shimla Town," wrote the eminent English writer Rudyard Kipling in the year 1887. More than a century later, the first breath-taking view of the town beguiles you from the very same spot. Simla, Shyamala or Shimla- call it by any name you please, I always …
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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 …
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 …
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 …
She was seven when she walked into the twenty-two yards. The hefty bat at variance with her petite frame. They traded the sport with a coy doll and told her that it wasn’t meant for her at all. A girl who loved numbers wasn’t a norm you see, So, she was happily married to …
The happiest journeys are ironically homeward bound. There’s hurry in flight and a nervous spark. Like a million flitters of long-lost lovers, there’s hope for a tryst with the past. But those who return to the base are never the ones who flew off on another day. Their palms crisscrossed with lines of fate …
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