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Rating: That sea so calm, with skin clinging to bones out of necessity. If it could, it would gift it to those who sold it at a high price. And in India, there are many...
That waveless sea that moves almost imperceptibly, breathes softly, without making any noise. With calm, anything is possible. A word can have the potential of a thousand bullets, like those fired by the English colonizers...
A sea allows itself to be navigated, to be probed even violently. If it is punched, it can hold back the pain. It doesn't scream. It might not even let out a single drop of blood. It has a different and unexpectedly disarming courage. A sweet smile that invites you to strike again. If you have the courage...
An attentive sea, capable of listening and understanding. Sometimes even of fulfilling. A great soul. But why a great soul? I am just a common mortal who cannot do harm, mainly because I ask myself why I should. For what purpose?
A sea that barely feeds. That knows no fatigue, exertion, or sweat. Willing to share everything with anyone. I just need a loincloth of raw silk or hemp to cover what remains. More for the sake of decency than anything else...
I, who sometimes look at that loom. That irregular wheel, that crownless circle that creates as it spins. That gives life as it turns, like a miracle. That could weave infinitely. Giving life to another sea and another life without pain...
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