Mahtab Narsimhan

THE DEADLY CONCH

“Help!” Tara shrieked.

“Help!” a voice echoed hers. “Fire!”

Tara’s eyes flew open. In front of her was a crackling wall of fire. Flames shot out, singing her skin. Had Lord Yama transported her to the Underworld already or was she in a very real dream? She stared at the flames, paralyzed by the orange and red swirling within its depths.

“TARA, MOVE!” Parvati shrieked.

And then it hit her; their hut was aflame. It wasn’t a dream at all.

 

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