Literature

I designed, after my first voyage, to spend the rest of my days at Bagdad, but it was not long ere I grew weary of…

In the reign of the same caliph, Haroun-al-Raschid, of whom we have already heard, there lived at Bagdad a poor porter called Sindbad. One day,…

Well, here we are, and if you cast your eye over the room you will see that Tubes and trams and omnibuses, private carriages not…

Long ago, there lived a farmer in a village. His name was Ramu. He was all alone and had no family. He was fond of…

Perhaps it was the middle of January in the present year that I first looked up and saw the mark on the wall. In order…

Long ago, there was a king named Somvardhan who was ruling over Baji. He had a son named Rajyavardhan. Rajyavardhan and Meghnath, who was the…

Miranda slept in the orchard, lying in a long chair beneath the apple tree. Her book had fallen into the grass, and her finger still…

Once there lived a woodcutter with his wife. He used to cut wood in the forest and sold them in the market. This was the…

Once Raghuraj Singh, the king of Ramgarh, was sitting in his court. The court was packed full of scholars, advisors, ministers, and visitors. A discourse…

This is how it all came about. Six or seven of us were sitting one day after tea. Some were gazing across the street into…

Once, a child was born in a Vaishya family, who was named Bodhisatva. The family had a flourishing business. When Bodhisatva grew up he began…

Whatever hour you woke there was a door shutting. From room to room they went, hand in hand, lifting here, opening there, making sure a…