دانلود رمان انگلیسی “کالکی – آواتار ویشنو”

Kalki Hari sat facing the impending cold winds of the north, legs crossed together, as he prayed to Lord Vishnu’s idol. The wind blew harshly, whipping his wavy hair over his scarred face. He looked up at the grandeur of the stone statue, the tall twenty feet marvel; it had four arms emanating from the muscular torso. One arm held a conch, while the others held a chakra, a mace and a lotus. The statue had a serene face; one you’d think had a determined look about it. Kalki was dwarfed in front of it, but he didn’t care. He would always be small in front of Lord Vishnu. He chanted, closing his eyes. Cold didn’t seep into him; didn’t set off tremors deep inside his marrow, like it would to another person. He had the patience and drive for it. He had the power of Lord Vishnu in him.