Quietly they moved down the calm and sacred river that had come down to earth so that its waters might flow over the ashes of those long dead, and that would continue to flow long after the human race had,… — Vikram Seth Copy Share Image
“The way she quietly moved through the gardens, her subtle movements like a rose petal floating on a gentle breeze. Quiet, subtle, beautiful. But Max had thorns. She just kept them hidden; at least she thought she did. And” — Nashoda Rose Copy Share Image
