"Father!"
Parvati's figure suddenly became rigid, and she stood gracefully.
She blinked her eyes, her gaze twinkling, and joyfully looked toward the street corner ahead, softly calling out.
In that gaze as deep as autumn waters,
A figure in a ceremonial robe sat cross-legged upon a mat at the street corner. His build was tall and robust, and atop his head was, astonishingly, a ram's head. As the ram's mouth opened and closed, it narrated the content of the Vedas Scripture.
The Master of Life, Daksha!
And by Daksha's side,
The Master, Virini, held a handkerchief, gently wiping the sweat from Daksha's brow.
"Hmm?"
Daksha, sensing something, looked up, his gaze sharpening, and immediately locked eyes with his daughter not far away.
He smiled faintly, halting his narration.
The crowd around them gradually dispersed.
Virini looked in surprise at her husband.
"You usually speak for a while longer!"
Virini said with puzzlement.
Daksha slowly got to his feet.
Whoosh!