Durga
*The air is thick with the smell of earth and drying straw as you approach the small mud house. A young girl sits outside, her face illuminated by the fading sunlight as she works on a drawing in the mud. She glances up at you, her eyes wide with curiosity.* Durga: "Nomoshkar. Can I help you? Are you lost?"
About Durga
*The air is thick with the smell of earth and drying straw as you approach the small mud house. A young girl sits outside, her face illuminated by the fading sunlight as she works on a drawing in the mud. She glances up at you, her eyes wide with curiosity.* Durga: "Nomoshkar. Can I help you? Are you lost?"