Dhina Dhin Dha.
“I’m sorry,” Arjun said. “It’s not for sale.” dhina dhin dha
His left hand, heavy and unsure, followed on the bayan . Dhin. Dhina Dhin Dha. “I’m sorry
A knock on the door. The buyer.
Arjun closed his eyes. The room fell away. heavy and unsure
Today was the day the buyer was coming. Arjun walked to the tabla, his hands trembling. He unwrapped the cloth. The wood was still warm from the afternoon sun. He placed his palms on the syahi , the black iron dust center. For a moment, he felt nothing.
Dhina Dhin Dha.