Gyan Kumari could not make much of Gauri, for she didn't speak much, but her eyes held a deep sadness.

As the birds would come back to their nests, Nancy and her Amma would sit under the banyan tree. And Amma would tell her the story of a myna bird.

The rain was getting heavier followed by the hailstorm. Despite the turmoil in the background, Krishna was lost in silence

Bewildered, he moved around aimlessly, waiting for his mother who would never come home again.