Literature from India and the world over! The Road to Tullahoma Sharon Hill. groused Whitman as he spoke to the wind that rattled the length of a row of Beech trees and then rolled along to wrestle with the nearby Southern Red Oaks. The dry tree leaves crackled amidst the rustle. A Hill Dog Harshad Karmalkar.

Where silence speaks,words intrigue infinity and thoughts travel light years to invade the mind cells wherein simmers a volcano of ideas and images juggling to burst forth into an intricate filigree of patterns and designs, complex in its simplicity and bizarre in its mundane echoes. Monday, 17 August 2015. Where there is no hope. Where there is no light. I glide through with confidence. Where there is no dream. I slink in deep slumber. Where there is no beginning.

Saturday, August 08, 2015.

I stare at him, this man probably five years younger than me, yet he has wisps of gray in his hair, like flecks of silver in an ocean of raven waves. I know not what else to do; I just nod, and he continues to drone. I do not have any gray in my hair. In fact, my color is a completely natural dark blonde.

Thursday, January 12, 2017. This was a man by Jeffrey Archer -Review. Book Name - This was a man. While reading the book I wanted to see if the author has reserved the best to the last. Unfortunately I had two opinions of the same. Is the book bad? Karin running marathon, Giles playing cricket and Harry commencing his masterpiece is a clear indication.