The clock was ticking away in glory and I was racing against time. The tiffin was packed, gulping down the semi solid oats and not-so-hot tea and a quick goodbye to hubby...
The Palace was the most beautiful thing in the universe. It was God's own creation. The rooms were spacious, the corridors were green. Brooks flowed freely between the lovely gardens. There was...
Stories are a portable magic, they say. Such magical words about the beautiful world around us has been collected and complied from the nib of Wizardencil.
Tales of Wizardencil is such an assortment...
