End of an era

As the birds would come back to their nests, Nancy and her Amma would sit under the banyan tree. And Amma would tell her the story of a myna bird.

Harimaya would spend hours sitting on the balcony of her bungalow. It was the view of her beautiful garden from her balcony that she cherished. When she was young, she had cared for her garden in the best way. Now, she was too old.