“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.”
-mg
A few of our latest blogs
10 days in Andaman – Chidiya Tapu and a sweet goodbye – 30th Dec’19 – 1st Jan’20
Facts Figures and Touchdown || The Havelock Chapter || Port Blair || Jarwa Reserve || Baratang || Diglipur – North Andaman We had travelled the whole of Andaman Trunk Road (343 km),…
10 days in Andaman – Diglipur,Rangat n back to Port Blair – 27th – 30th Dec’19
Facts Figures and Touchdown || The Havelock Chapter || Port Blair || Jarwa Reserve || Baratang || Chidiya Tapu – South Andaman It was time to move on from Baratang and we…
Istanbul Prelude – flying to Dubai and beyond
In the beginning there was chaos – and then there was more chaos! Well that’s what makes trips enchanting. That feeling of something must have been left out – it…
When the comp takes time to boot – what to do?
I am a man – sorry woman – of work – doesn’t mean I am very productive – I just have to keep doing something. My computer is old and…
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# Sharan – paranormal
# পুনর্বিন্যাস – motivational
# E3PO talks Love (Novella) – romance – Read the ebook on kindle
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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”.