"I've not worked with sand before, no. Mother insisted that we have some form of artistic training. Dhiren was the best at painting and poetry. And music. And pretty much everything." He shook his head. Kishan didn't mean to sound bitter but sometimes his rivalry with his brother got the better of him.
"I was best with clay. And sand isn't much different." He smiled and continued to work, building a replica of the palace in which he grew up.