Aarav D’Souza Part 1 – The Drummer’s Son The monsoon had begun to soften the air of Goa, the heavy rains washing the red earth until it gleamed like polished stone. Coconut palms bent with the weight of wind and rain, and the Mandovi River ran fuller than before, carrying with it the murmurs of villages and the silence of temples that had once echoed with songs. In one such village, hidden away among groves of jackfruit trees, a boy named Ananta sat with his father’s old drum resting on his knees. The drum was no longer played in public.…