बनामी ( कहानियों का संग्रह )

The pot was muttering to herself, "There is not a drop of water on the lips, yet she shouts at people and makes them afraid," as she looked at the dense clouds that were gathering and chatting without spilling a drop of water on the ground.

Below the dark sky, the ground was retreating in fear. The wind was blowing gently. The dry leaves that slowly floated down were reluctant to fall to the ground and were flying in the air before landing. The cold embraced the wind even more tightly, as if to instill fear. Suddenly, for some reason, the wind blew strongly. Only dust was left to dance wildly. With a loud 'khadal' sound, as if the sky had broken and fallen on her body, the pot jumped from the courtyard to the inner house with a 'than' sound. Despite the terrible noise, no one saw the lightning. Doubting whether their eyes had stopped working, the villagers identified each other and exchanged names again. The commotion from every house in the village was hitting the street. The pot called out, "Beraappa," wanting to do the same mischief that everyone else was doing. No answer came. Again she loudly shouted, "Beraappa... oh Bera, where are you, my father tiger?" There was no sound from that side.

From the story "The Edge of the Sky"