He placed his loom upon the four winds. The East wind held the left pedal, the West wind held the right. The South wind carried the yarn, and the North wind carried the comb.
Thakita. Thadhimi. Thakita.
“Listen, little sparks,” the jasmine would whisper, its white buds beginning to glow like tiny lanterns in the fading light. “Do you know why the sky turns deep blue, like the back of a peacock, before it goes to sleep?” telugu bedtime story
The jasmine would then close its story with a direct command, a Telugu tradition for bedtime: He placed his loom upon the four winds