In the last hour, the hero had climbed up a mountain in the Himalayas, saved his sister from an axe-wielding villain with six heads and chased away a swarm of demonic bats.
He was exhausted and badly in need of rest. The forest cleared, and a serene pond swimming with lotuses adorned with overhanging, fruit-laden branches appeared.
“Nani, I want an action story, not a nature story!”
“My bacha, if you eat one more roti, I’ll tell you an action story.”
ARTWORK > .TIMELESS TALES.