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The Musing Quill

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Fiction

The Valentine’s Day Ritual

“Why don’t you join us?” They asked her for the hundredth time. She was exhausted from having to reject their pleas. Her friends were never tired though. “It’s just one night. It couldn’t hurt, right? Besides, just think, you might... Continue Reading →

‘Twas Christmas…

‘Kiss it goodbye,’ mum says. 'You're unbelievable,' I fume. She knows me. I love wallowing in my sorrows. I embrace them tighter than my skin clings to my body. I just cannot forget. And how do you forgive someone who... Continue Reading →

Book Review – The Sensualist

I am ardent admirer of Ruskin Bond and try to read anything and everything he's written. This book was a welcome change from the customary Bond fiction. With The Sensualist, Ruskin Bond has ventured away from his stylist fiction that... Continue Reading →

Delhi is not far – An Excerpt

In Pipalnagar there is not exactly despair, but resignation, an indifference to both living and dying. The town is almost truly reflected in the Pipalnagar Home, where in an open courtyard surrounded by mud walls a score of mental patients... Continue Reading →

The Sensualist – An Excerpt

He has produced a small chillum—a clay pipe—and filled it with the dried leaves of the cannabis plant. ‘No wonder you eat so little,’ I say. ‘It is mental food I require. Those few or many years ago of which... Continue Reading →

The Witty Worm

I told the sun - "Shine so bright, that your gaze melts down my worries." Just then, the birds bickered and said - "With your worries, you'll end us all." The sun said - "Go to the wind, it might... Continue Reading →

Book Review: The Four Patriots

Well, the blurb for this book read - If you have ever fallen victim to the system, been humiliated, felt helpless… this book is for you. For a common man, it is hard to deny that fact. Everyone, at some point, has... Continue Reading →

The Broken Swing

The girl gripped her mother's finger as the mother started narrating the story. “Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Forrest…” Her little girl of four loved horror tales. She was surprised that the girl felt no... Continue Reading →

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