‘I had once spoken in the very same way to someone else. And that very moment, above the bakul tree, over the tops of the jhāu bushes, under the yellow slice of the moon, right from the eastern to the far western bank of the Ganges, a laugh sped swiftly, a rolling laugh. I cannot describe that heart-rending laugh, the way it seemed to split the sky. I lost consciousness, and fell from the stone seat.’
— Sep 06, 2025 12:14PM
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