Ramesan chuckled, a low, rumbling sound like a chenda drum warming up. "The rain? No, kutty (child). The rain is just the costume. The soul is something else."
Meera's eyes widened. A classic.
He pointed a gnarled finger out the window. "Look."
Ramesan chuckled, a low, rumbling sound like a chenda drum warming up. "The rain? No, kutty (child). The rain is just the costume. The soul is something else."
Meera's eyes widened. A classic.
He pointed a gnarled finger out the window. "Look."
