Surrounded by lush green hills, Rimbik is a small village of Darjeeling. Little Varun was captivated with the beauty and serenity of those soul drenching
Category: QuinTale-04
The Healing Hand
Dr. Hill, the famous eye surgeon had to retire from his practice at the early age of forty-five. His eyes were afflicted by a rare
Redemption
It was the fall of 1942. After many days I opened the curtains to let in some light. But the Warsaw streets showed the usual
Homeward Bound
“It’s there” Jake cried with joy. “It’s back in the listing.” Jeni and her boyfriend handed over the money collected to Jake so he could
The Wedding Planner
“Where are we going?” Neil sounded exhausted. “Shopping, of course!” Naomi chirped, as she dragged him towards the car. “Again?!” Neil complained, spent with the
The Hellion
One morning, Alois Almon, the celebrated writer of cult horror, gave up writing and retired to his cottage in the hinterlands. He neither gave interviews
Arjuna and Krishna
It was a cold December evening. Ajit and I were relishing the cups of warm Darjeeling tea that Arjuna had made for us. “Meenu, I
The Matriarch
Prerna’s cellphone rang persistently, in the middle of dinner preparations. Her cantankerous mother-in-law, Susheela, yelled from the living room, “pick it up! I can barely
Repossession
Mr Porros was at the Catholic cemetery digging his third grave. He regularly dug out human bones to sell to a folk healer who made
First Love!
“There’s a surprise for you in the garage”, Ashok overheard Mr. Sharma telling excitedly to Mrs. Sharma. “Ashok, open the garage. I have to show
The Last Guest
In the tiny village of Chaukori, Uttarakhand, Biji was left behind in the mortgaged, British era haveli. Gaurav, her only son came back after three
Some Things Somehow Remain
My balcony overlooks a lively park with little children chasing or tugging at each other. How beautiful is the gift of a real childhood in
Surprise Visit
He looked at the wallpaper displayed on his phone. Her petite body with that tender face made her appear like a doll. Her silky brown
Wheels of Fortune
I still remember the first day when I left my home, nestled inside an organic farm at Kodumudi, a beautiful village on the banks of
The Christmas Miracle
‘Tap, tap, tap!’ Ten year old Jake saw a snow white pigeon tapping on the window-pane. He gazed restlessly at the snow white November landscape,
Broken Reflections
An orphan, abused in shelters, devoid of any relationship, Roy grew up detesting humans and in an explicable manner, took up the role of a
The Grandpa and the Grandson
Growing up in the concrete jungles of Mumbai, Chaithanya yearned to visit his grandparents who lived in a special village called Kumbalangi, where greenery is