The sunlight, penetrating the gaps in the tall trees, plays chess on the gravestones, shifting slowly and thoughtfully a — Ruskin Bond, The Lamp is Lit: Leaves from a Journal
The sunlight, penetrating the gaps in the tall trees, plays chess on the gravestones, shifting slowly and thoughtfully a — Ruskin Bond, The Lamp is Lit: Leaves from a Journal
The sunlight, penetrating the gaps in the tall trees, plays chess on the gravestones, shifting slowly and thoughtfully a — Ruskin Bond, The Lamp is Lit: Leaves from a Journal
The sunlight, penetrating the gaps in the tall trees, plays chess on the gravestones, shifting slowly and thoughtfully a — Ruskin Bond, The Lamp is Lit: Leaves from a Journal
The sunlight, penetrating the gaps in the tall trees, plays chess on the gravestones, shifting slowly and thoughtfully a — Ruskin Bond, The Lamp is Lit: Leaves from a Journal
The sunlight, penetrating the gaps in the tall trees, plays chess on the gravestones, shifting slowly and thoughtfully a — Ruskin Bond, The Lamp is Lit: Leaves from a Journal
The sunlight, penetrating the gaps in the tall trees, plays chess on the gravestones, shifting slowly and thoughtfully a — Ruskin Bond, The Lamp is Lit: Leaves from a Journal
The sunlight, penetrating the gaps in the tall trees, plays chess on the gravestones, shifting slowly and thoughtfully a — Ruskin Bond, The Lamp is Lit: Leaves from a Journal
The sunlight, penetrating the gaps in the tall trees, plays chess on the gravestones, shifting slowly and thoughtfully a — Ruskin Bond, The Lamp is Lit: Leaves from a Journal
The sunlight, penetrating the gaps in the tall trees, plays chess on the gravestones, shifting slowly and thoughtfully a — Ruskin Bond, The Lamp is Lit: Leaves from a Journal
The sunlight, penetrating the gaps in the tall trees, plays chess on the gravestones, shifting slowly and thoughtfully a — Ruskin Bond, The Lamp is Lit: Leaves from a Journal
The sunlight, penetrating the gaps in the tall trees, plays chess on the gravestones, shifting slowly and thoughtfully a — Ruskin Bond, The Lamp is Lit: Leaves from a Journal
The sunlight, penetrating the gaps in the tall trees, plays chess on the gravestones, shifting slowly and thoughtfully a — Ruskin Bond, The Lamp is Lit: Leaves from a Journal
The sunlight, penetrating the gaps in the tall trees, plays chess on the gravestones, shifting slowly and thoughtfully a — Ruskin Bond, The Lamp is Lit: Leaves from a Journal
The sunlight, penetrating the gaps in the tall trees, plays chess on the gravestones, shifting slowly and thoughtfully a — Ruskin Bond, The Lamp is Lit: Leaves from a Journal
The sunlight, penetrating the gaps in the tall trees, plays chess on the gravestones, shifting slowly and thoughtfully a — Ruskin Bond, The Lamp is Lit: Leaves from a Journal
The sunlight, penetrating the gaps in the tall trees, plays chess on the gravestones, shifting slowly and thoughtfully a — Ruskin Bond, The Lamp is Lit: Leaves from a Journal
The sunlight, penetrating the gaps in the tall trees, plays chess on the gravestones, shifting slowly and thoughtfully a — Ruskin Bond, The Lamp is Lit: Leaves from a Journal
The sunlight, penetrating the gaps in the tall trees, plays chess on the gravestones, shifting slowly and thoughtfully a — Ruskin Bond, The Lamp is Lit: Leaves from a Journal
The sunlight, penetrating the gaps in the tall trees, plays chess on the gravestones, shifting slowly and thoughtfully a — Ruskin Bond, The Lamp is Lit: Leaves from a Journal
The sunlight, penetrating the gaps in the tall trees, plays chess on the gravestones, shifting slowly and thoughtfully a — Ruskin Bond, The Lamp is Lit: Leaves from a Journal
The sunlight, penetrating the gaps in the tall trees, plays chess on the gravestones, shifting slowly and thoughtfully a — Ruskin Bond, The Lamp is Lit: Leaves from a Journal
The sunlight, penetrating the gaps in the tall trees, plays chess on the gravestones, shifting slowly and thoughtfully a — Ruskin Bond, The Lamp is Lit: Leaves from a Journal
The sunlight, penetrating the gaps in the tall trees, plays chess on the gravestones, shifting slowly and thoughtfully a — Ruskin Bond, The Lamp is Lit: Leaves from a Journal
The sunlight, penetrating the gaps in the tall trees, plays chess on the gravestones, shifting slowly and thoughtfully a — Ruskin Bond, The Lamp is Lit: Leaves from a Journal
The sunlight, penetrating the gaps in the tall trees, plays chess on the gravestones, shifting slowly and thoughtfully a — Ruskin Bond, The Lamp is Lit: Leaves from a Journal
The sunlight, penetrating the gaps in the tall trees, plays chess on the gravestones, shifting slowly and thoughtfully a — Ruskin Bond, The Lamp is Lit: Leaves from a Journal
The sunlight, penetrating the gaps in the tall trees, plays chess on the gravestones, shifting slowly and thoughtfully a — Ruskin Bond, The Lamp is Lit: Leaves from a Journal
The sunlight, penetrating the gaps in the tall trees, plays chess on the gravestones, shifting slowly and thoughtfully a — Ruskin Bond, The Lamp is Lit: Leaves from a Journal
The sunlight, penetrating the gaps in the tall trees, plays chess on the gravestones, shifting slowly and thoughtfully a — Ruskin Bond, The Lamp is Lit: Leaves from a Journal
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The sunlight, penetrating the gaps in the tall trees, plays chess on the gravestones, shifting slowly and thoughtfully across the worn old stones. The wind, like a hundred violins, plays perpetually in the topmost branches of the deodars.

— Ruskin Bond, The Lamp is Lit: Leaves from a Journal
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