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Glimpses of Eternity by Divya Saksena

Eternity is a collection of fragments... of human memories, of human destinies. Do we ever truly and fully understand all we see? Do we know anything fully in entirety? Are the gods still here, waiting too, for the offerings denied them for so long? We are sometimes granted glimpses of things we cannot ubderstand. Can we reach out across time and space and touch lives we have never known? Unbidden, an unwelcome picture that Nilofer had been resolutely shutting out thrust itself again into her mind. What did it have to do with the stranger she had just met?


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