Chapter 8 Uday’s second coming to Cherrapunji was redolent with all the fragrant memories of Mannat. He woke up early in the day, gathered his things, took a canvas and set for an undecided location to be the drawn on the canvas. He roamed about for some while, looking for the ideal location that he himself was not sure of yet. He finally settled for a scene outside a village, his mind quickly drew an image of the early morning village with scattered huts, sauntering people, grazing cattle and the beautiful valley around. It was still twilight; he geared up to paint it before sun came up strong.
"Hey, kid. Will you stand here for a moment?" He asked an emaciated child who had just come outside of his hut with a smile that is unthinkable of in a morning city.
He painted him from close, hi
