Tears of joy flew down Kodhai’s eyes. She knew her Krishna had accepted her.

I kept the paper on my chest and began weeping harder and louder.

As she walked steadfastly, her anklets jingled. She removed them, tied them to the branch and walked faster. She sobbed ...

Rain opens memory lane, as a child, I would wait for rains to sail paper boats in small puddles. That feeling of traveli...