Suja

“Dusk. They park at the edge of a wide, sandy bank. Omkar hums Shanth wahate Krishna-mai. He says the lyrics mean that a truly great person is as quiet as the river Krishna. It's the same river at Menavali Ghat, but here she is in full sweep, dark and slow under the clouds. This is where Ek Sangharsh ends, with a teenaged Omkar watching the river surge past the Dhom dam and leave the town.
Standing next to Omkar, he feels a new reverence for this water and soil. Then Omkar takes his hand... and it's just a simpler, sweeter kind of friendship, the kind made in school, intense but free of homophobia, so it's nothing if, an hour later, he is resting like this, his head on Omkar's thigh, the mist coming down the hills on all sides. Beneath them, the Krishna is swelling. He has a quart of rum on his chest since it's 'the thing to do on the dam', not that Omkar drinks. Omkar is telling stories of pranks from his schooldays, and the moment feels pure...”
― Devika Rege, Quarterlife