Young Writers Society



You tried looking for TheMulticoloredCyr, but TheMulticoloredCyr does not exist. Do you exist? How would you know?

These were autumn mornings, the time of year when kings of old went forth to conquest; and I, never stirring from my little corner in Calcutta, would let my mind wander over the whole world.
— Rabindranath Tagore, The Cabuliwallah