Arjuna Arjuna

Until now, whenever I listen to an orchestra of thunder (like the one going on right now), I realise that my heart resonates with “Arjuna, Arjuna”.

Grandma told us that thunder is simply Arjuna practicing his shooting skills with his bow. And just like that, the fear of thunder dissipated, becoming instead an inexplicably comforting sound.

i miss you Ma.

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