“As the steps go miles after miles, and the time that only an eye can behold flies, our page stacks up the lines, and lovely little buds grow on the memory vines.”
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“As the steps go miles after miles, and the time that only an eye can behold flies, our page stacks up the lines, and lovely little buds grow on the memory vines.”
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A few of our latest stories

Madam Koshy

She looked weary and tired. I took a long look at her from the window of my wagonR. I do that every day and then for the next ten minutes…

Nobs finds Hops

by Moutushi Ghoshdeysarkar “Hops! Where are you?” Nobs crawled on looking from left to right, two steps forward and turning back again. It has been a few months now, Nobs…

Rusty goes swimming…

By Moutushi Ghoshdeysarkar Little Rusty was anxious. She had not seen Tommy since yesterday evening. Initially they thought Tommy must have gone swimming across the ridge which he loved to…

The G’lander kids

The detour was a small one, hardly a couple of fathoms more than the usual way home. It was bordered by a line of very tall bushes and no one knew what lay beyond. At least the children of Giti’s age didn’t. He never asked his parents as he knew the answer he would get, “There is a time for everything”.

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