Diya's house was beside the smithy. The two-story clay house was a sight to behold. Ishit left dazzled by the beautiful designs painted on the walls.
Ishit had never imagined a village could be so beautiful. The wide streets paved with stones were as clean as the kitchen...What piqued his interest were intricate designs drawn on the earth before each door. He didn't dare to ask Diya what they were for, fearing she might think him a fool who didn't even know about basic things.
Diya introduced him to everyone, at least the people whom they met on their way. Such as the potter's son, Kumar, the burly boy, had given him an appraising look as if he was looking at an earthen pot and said he could ask his father if he had some work for Ishit. Diya thanked him and forced Ishit to thank the smug boy.
