The misty mountain breeze along with faint drizzles rustled past the lavender curtains and flirted with Swamy’s blonde tresses. Outside the window, the first ray of the rising sun had washed over the blue and brown mountains. It was foggy as the darkness of night faded away.
Due to rain, the clouds had enveloped only the valleys and left the hilltops alone, trapping the carefree wind in between lush branches of deodar and rhododendron where it made angry yo-ho-ho noises.
Swamy blankly stared at the sky-high mountains of Anugavalli covered in smooth immature floras.
Not only, did she feel drained out, but there was a constant pounding to the side of her pelvic to—constantly catalysing changes of becoming a witch. Every once in a while, her nails would shimmer with varied co
