The wind blew around the Thrithalloor residence. The clover tree on the north side shook with the wind. Brahmadevan Namboothiri stepped out as his forty-year-old brain felt that it wasn’t a regular sight. It was an indication of something. The second time this is happening!
He knew in his inner eye, the arrival of a new person. He left the holy prayer room. He touched the rudraksha beads on his chest and whispered something vague. He seated himself in the reclining chair of the verandah. Narayan looked at him with concern. Brahmadevan Namboothiri smiled. “Fear not, it is not coming to hurt.”
He was chanting something.
He could feel the presence. It was getting stronger.
“Narayan, go inside.”
He was reluctant to go at first but didn’t want to disobey his master.
Dark fumes formed int
