THE MAGNIFICENT RIDER
It was a sunny morning, and Shiva was feeling good. He readied Nandi for a ride to Daksha’s palace. Nandi himself was in a hurry and charged in true bull fashion to their collective destiny. Together, they made a momentous sight: the Rider and the Ride. Raising merry dust with their hooves, every moment relegated to the past. It was like the perfect symbolism of the ride of time itself, as they rushed forward to embrace the future.
And soon, they reached the outskirts of Daksha’s kingdom.
And soon, they reached the outskirts of Daksha’s kingdom.
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