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Chapter 6: The Rainmaker's Memory
The Memory of the Rainmaker
The narrow trail had now opened into a wide field.
All around was blue sky, a few light clouds floating, and the ground was covered with a sheet of white flowers.
Ravi had never seen such a peaceful and beautiful scene.
There was a faint fragrance in the air — of soil, flowers, and some very old memories.
He sat there.
For a while — everything stood still.
Then, an old tree gently swayed.
White feathers fell from its branches.
And then, an old man appeared — white beard, blue eyes, and a peaceful face.
He was no ordinary human.
He was — "The Rainmaker"
The one who calls the rain.
He smiled at Ravi and said:
"Every time the earth cries out,
I hear its call.
Every drop — is a memory.
Every cloud — a prayer."
Ravi listened quietly.
He wanted to ask something, but no words came.
The Rainmaker placed a small seed in Ravi's palm.
"This is your first memory,"
he said,
"A drop that fell when you first prayed for someone."
A sparkle came into Ravi's eyes.
He remembered — that day, when his mother was ill and he had prayed to God for the first time.
At that moment, there was a soft rumble in the sky.
The clouds thickened slightly.
The air became a little damp.
Ravi knew —
The rain was not far.
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Reflection:
> "Some memories are so sacred that they can even change the weather."
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Teaser:
As Ravi turned to leave, he looked back —
The old man was no longer there.
Only an old staff stood planted in the ground, and nearby a symbol had formed in the soil —
A symbol of three waves — and below it was written:
"The Whispering Begins."
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