Ocean's Breath Plateau all we are is dust in the wind

the exchange left aditya slightly slack-jawed, brain working overtime to find the— ah. yes. there it was.

haye bhagwaan, he replied, almost under his breath. he met his son's gaze, his own face sheepish. i'm sorry, beta. in all my visits with family, i haven't kept anyone straight. of course they were born.

trying to make up for his lapse in memory, he added, and they are healthy? and happy?

but he was tired. and hungry. of course he could forget even such important matters. he was an old man. . .

the excuses ran through his head like ticker-tape as he waited for dutch's reply.