From The Quill

Aren't songs of grief lullabies to the lost?

I remember picking up my first book at the young age of seven, and since then, I have spent time wandering in the realms of ink and paper; and now, when the wordsmiths have plowed enough kingdoms in my head, I want to step out in the concrete world and pen some of them down.

So, here I am, with a journal and some ink, to bleed out fires and then decorate the flames with molten gold. It’s going to be an enthralling journey, join in!

— Gauri Walecha

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