The Lord of the Winds
A childhood tale remembered
The sun beat down upon the parched earth. Swirls of dust rose up from the ground and danced gleefully in the merciless heat. A pair of brown mynahs dozed heavily in the branches of a kikar tree. A gang of sparrows arrived noisily, and oblivious to the heat, took a community dust bath beneath the tree.
“Oi, keep it down,” grumbled the male mynah, waking …
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