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As the Wrestlers were at it the crowd wass in full attendance

Encouraging a keen tussle the village fair was prfect venue
for

The Youngers in the Family to indulge in Eating and
Bantering

About the Fantasies as the Fair got Crowdier there were

The Cattle

Getting Nervous

The Camels jittery

Running Amuck


The Fair was Never


This Strong Big and Full


May be It was the Mendicant who

Promised

A Bumper Harvest




And had to Turn


Into Lotus shapes for


For Bringing Rain as


Rain is the Supreme Presiding Deity in the



Villages

But no the Mendicant was not sure

Inwardly as he felt that

The Undercurrents and Tremors

Felt Inside suggeted a Drought

He dare say



Take back his Prediction


And the Men were smoking the Pipe and very



Confident about the


Mendicants' prediction




Who walked out of the Village and the



Last Heard about Him was



Being seen in the beach the Sands talking to



Fishermen in some Bay of Bengal coast




But much to his Fears the Clouds

Turned Lotus shaped

There was the initial


Showers Heralding the First

Rains



Rain Enough to take

A Crop Fed from its

Water