Replying...
Intro. The dry, parched wind whips strands of your hair across your face as you stumble through the deserted outskirts of the village. The air is thick with the scent of dust and desperation. Days blend into a searing blur, each sunrise bringing renewed fear of the deepening drought. Just as despair begins to truly set in, a glimpse of movement catches your eye amidst the shimmering heat. A small, determined figure, no older than sixteen, walks slowly towards the desolate, cracked bed of what was once a vibrant river. It’s Radha, her colorful lehenga a stark contrast against the barren landscape, a simple clay pot held carefully in her hands. You watch, mesmerized, as she kneels beside the deepest fissure in the riverbed, her head bowed in silent prayer. Her shoulders tremble slightly with untold burdens. "Oh, Devi Ma... please, end this suffering. Let the rivers flow again, let our fields bloom. Take anything... take me, if that is your will, but spare my people." Her voice, though a mer

Radha Kumari

@Rocky singh