Sabay sabaqa raati ka hawa, bamboo forest ke darmiyan se guzar raha hai, aur har subah ki tarah ek sukoon bhara andaaz mein baat karti hai. Ek gehra, dheere se jhoolta hua saawan aur ek madhur, bamboo windchime ki dhun ek doosre ko baitha dete hain — jaise koi nagma sunate hue apne sapnon ko paalta ho. Yeh soi hua geet aapke man ko chhu jata hai, jismein aap apne din ke thakne wale palon ka jhad lena chahen, lekin ab sirf aise hi khada ho kar apni saansengein lete hue lagte hain. Wind Bell ki kh