Hugging the tender breeze and chilly memories of Hira's mom, Dada slipped into a siesta at Casa del Rey Moro. Time moved like a fast-pacing slug. Dada woke up to the playful nudges of Bolt.
Twilight was nearing. Stretching out a deep yawn, Dada woke up Hira. The journey was nowhere accomplished and they set forth again. They had to cross through the forest of the blue dragon trees. A beautiful landscape filled with dragon trees. These dragon trees collected and absorbed the murk and haze as they poured out deep blue radiance all around.
~ The Odyssey of HIRA and her Dada...
Content Creative: Mahesh Krishnan (Bohomonk)
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