Dawnlark Plains baarish hoti hai

to his utmost relief, she began to quiet, relaxing against him with each successive verse. "sona, merbani," he instructed her, keeping his voice within the tune of the song. "main tumse pyaar karte hoon, merbani. sab theek, chhoti bachchi. sab theek."

he rested his head on his paws, eyelids drooping. how he longed to be with his mother now, in a simpler time, before he'd known death. his uncle to the side, crooning quietly along. he wished it for kitten, too. . .to not have to grapple with her father's passing at such a young age. it simply wasn't fair.

aditya wanted to protect her from the world, while knowing how cruel the world could be. he couldn't wrap her in his embrace forever. soon she would grow, and have no need for his songs. . .

but for now, the songs were all hers. he would sing until his throat was useless.