Lakshmi

It’s all silent. Except for the wind, and the radio, sometimes. The silence wanders into you, like a river, seeping through the cracks of your thoughts, filtering everything… until these hours, stretched out over an entire afternoon, with barely anyone else in sight… feels like an exercise in meditation. Slowly, it becomes effortless… and the silence feels like the story of the gods churning the ocean for Lakshmi. 

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Sand