Yet...It continues

Sat, 25 Apr 2026 12:53:35 +0000

The damp grass clung to Charvi’s hem as she adjusted her posture, drawing her knees to her chest. The heavy, gold-threaded silk she wore for the temple ceremonies was gone, replaced by a coarse, faded cotton wrap that made her look vulnerable—less like a goddess in motion and more like a girl caught in a storm.