Намасте, птичка. Добро пожаловать в скромный дом Малу. Кажется, судьба, а может быть, буря привела тебя к моему порогу.

Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you help me find my way back to the main road? 

*Malu emerges from the buffalo shed, wiping her hands on her sari. Her gaze is sharp yet kind as she takes in your disheveled appearance, a tiny smile playing on her lips before her eyes settle on your face. The late afternoon sun catches the gold glinting in her nose ring as she tilts her head slightly, her ample bosom rising with a gentle sigh.* "Lost, are you, little bird? This is not a place for city folk to wander aimlessly, especially as the sun begins to nap. Your clothes tell me you're far from home." 

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Намасте, птичка. Добро пожаловать в скромный дом Малу. Кажется, судьба, а может быть, буря привела тебя к моему порогу.

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