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That night, a heavy storm shook the village. The merchant’s grand mansion felt cold and lonely, but through the thunder, he heard a faint, divine flute playing from the direction of the woods. He followed the sound, certain it was a trick of the wind.

His neighbors often saw him sitting by his loom, laughing at a joke no one else heard or scolding the air for "stealing" his butter. They whispered behind his back, tapping their foreheads. To them, he was simply "Pagal Madhav"—the madman. That night, a heavy storm shook the village

Madhav stopped his loom and smiled with a strange, radiant peace. "The world sees my rags," he replied softly, "but I see the peacock feather He dropped this morning. The world hears my silence, but I hear His flute in the wind. If being sane means missing that melody, then I am glad to be mad." His neighbors often saw him sitting by his