Alright, pull up a stump and lend an ear, 'cause this story, she's a bit of a strange brew. We're not starting off down under, not yet. Nah, our tale kicks off a bloody long way from any gum trees or sandy beaches, in a place called Patna, over in India. Now, Patna, she's an old city, real old, and the air there hangs thick enough to paint, smelling of everything from ancient dust and fragrant marigolds to whatever spicy tucker's bubbling away on a thousand street stalls. It's a proper assault on the senses, in a good way, mostly.

And it's here, amongst the hustle and bustle, that our main sheila, Komal Yadav, comes into the picture. A good-looking sort, sharp as a tack, but with a bit of a story already whispered about her, even before she's old enough to order a beer – not that she would, mind you, not just yet.

So, get comfy, grab a cuppa (or something stronger, no judgement here), and let's dive into how a young lass from the heart of Bihar ends up tangled in a mess of earthly dramas, spiritual shenanigans, and a journey that'll take her halfway across the damn globe to Melbourne, where things get even more interesting. Fair warning, there's a bit of rough and tumble, some language that'd make your grandma blush, and a bloke in orange robes trying to save souls on the Frankston line. You've been warned. Let's get this show on the road.