“Yippee!!!” “Yippeee!!! Er…what is it, Raji? “Over there! Can you see them? The sacred stones!” “The sacred stones!!! Where?” “There. Rohit is sitting on them.” “Oh, YESSS!!! OMG! Yippeee!!! Lovely, alle? See, Shalu. Those dark ones. Grainy, but shining. Can you see them?” “Ohhh….Yyesss! I can see them. On the stream! Has Seetha Devi really cooked rice on them?” “Yes, Shalu. That is what the legend says. But I don’t understand why Rohit is sitting on them. I don’t like it. … Continue reading
(Continued from Part I) We gulped. The sacred stones appeared and disappeared every time Rohit spun around. Now we realized why the girls screamed. They had witnessed the blood-curdling spectacle of the sacred stones coming off from the river, soaring into heights dripping water, when Rohit leaped onto his feet. The stones were still on his back, no… the dark stones they saw were his back, his bums. His trousers had somehow ripped apart and all his background assets were … Continue reading
