When he was old, Kavi walked again to Dhrava. The plateau had shrunk in his memory but the wind still hummed. He sat by the stone and told a young boy his story. The boy listened as if the world depended on it. When Kavi finished, the youth asked, "Is that how you became Aayirathil Oruvan?"
When he was old, Kavi walked again to Dhrava. The plateau had shrunk in his memory but the wind still hummed. He sat by the stone and told a young boy his story. The boy listened as if the world depended on it. When Kavi finished, the youth asked, "Is that how you became Aayirathil Oruvan?"