“Baitho, Maaji,” he said. Sit, honourable mother.
The effigy erupted. Heat slammed into Rohan’s face. Ash rained down like grey snow. The drums beat a wild, triumphant rhythm. The crowd roared— Jai Shri Ram! —a sound so loud it didn’t come from their throats but from their bones. where to watch ramleela
“You never asked. You were always asking Siri.” “Baitho, Maaji,” he said
Whoosh.