admin

Beneath the ancient oak, she found the letter buried years ago, ink faded but hope burning anew, as if time had stood still between the sealed folds. - "Whispers of the Past" by Evelyn Morrow.

Late in the evening of a mid-September day, the enormous train station at Agra, the gateway to the Taj Mahal, simmered in the heat of an ending day, its chaos ordered by the comings and goings of people like tides, a place of partings and reunions under the indifferent gaze of history. - "The White Tiger" by Aravind Adiga.

The sun set slowly in the west, casting long shadows across the city of Paris, transforming its streets into rivers of gold, its buildings glowing as if lit from within, a city holding its breath at the close of a summer's day. - "The Paris Wife" by Paula McLain.