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The Last Bench
THE LAST BENCH The moonlight fell softly over the quiet hills of Solan. The night was calm, almost unnaturally calm. A cool breeze moved through the tall trees, carrying the faint smell of rain and th...
Vrinda Makkar"A blank page holds endless memories."A young story teller inspired by mystery, imagination and everyday life. Writing is a way to turn simple thoughts into unforgettable stories. The last bench drew from a love and curiosity...!!!
