Pine Grove by Gaurav Madan
- The Indian Quarterly Magazine
Wandering through the stone house, Karan stopped in front of the bookcase. It towered a good foot or two above him.The afternoon sun creaked in through the curtains, casting flashes of uneven light on the paintings and statues of goddesses that adorned the room. Through the screened-in veranda, he could glimpse the Himalayan range defining the horizon.
