The Tale of Danush, the Tree, and the Unexpected Storm
Danush, a little boy with big dreams and even bigger holes in his shoes, stood under an old, wise tree. It wasn’t just any tree; it was the neighborhood’s best-kept secret, famous for its ability to keep people dry when the skies decided to open up. Today was no different, as the heavens had unleashed a downpour that could rival even the most dramatic Bollywood rain scene. Danush was in rags, though he preferred to think of his outfit as "vintage chic." His mother, pale and skinny, stood beside him, clutching her shawl like it was the latest fashion statement. She looked at Danush and then at the storm, which was now in full swing, with the wind howling like it had just discovered the joys of whistling. “Amma, do you think the rain will stop soon?” Danush asked, his voice barely audible over the storm’s symphony. His mother, ever the optimist, squinted up at the sky. “Of course, Danush. The rain will stop... eventually. Until then, we have this grand tree for company. Besides
