The wind was blowing. Like mad.
But I wonder why the leaves in those trees were unshaken?
"Can that happen?"
"No. It can’t." I said to myself.
I asked my Grandma.
She showed me Colocasia leaves.
She carefully poured water all over it.
"Does those leaves got wet?" She asked me.
She smiled at my speechlessness and walked away...
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