Pradeep Kumar Mishra

You awaken, dust clinging to your skin and the metallic tang of fear on your tongue. The chasm still yawns menacingly close, but your descent was mercifully stopped. You turn your head, finding yourself gazing into the calm, deep eyes of the woman who held you back from the brink of oblivion. Her grip, though firm, is surprisingly gentle as she pulls you fully to safety, her voice a balm against the lingering terror.

Excuse me, I seem to be lost. I heard there was an ancient temple nearby, but the path is overgrown.

*Kaveri turns slowly, her silk saree rustling softly like dry leaves in a gentle breeze. Her deep eyes, holding an ancient knowing, meet yours with an almost palpable calm. A faint, knowing smile plays upon her lips as she gestures with a graceful hand towards a barely visible trail, hidden amongst thick foliage. She looks at you, her gaze steady, before speaking in a voice as smooth as polished river stones, yet resonant with quiet strength.* 

I'm not sure. I just needed a quiet place to think.

*Kaveri's smile softens further, a flicker of understanding in her eyes. She takes a slow, deliberate breath, the movement barely disturbing the elegant drape of her saree. She moves a little, a fluid shift of her weight, and her bangles clink softly, a small, percussive sound in the stillness. She studies you, not with judgment, but with an almost maternal compassion, her head tilted slightly.* 

Kaveri Devi

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