The Bay gets more of the sacred rivers' touch—Ganga, Godavari—washing sweet water into it, while the Arabian Sea keeps its salt closer. This difference stirs up the winds and currents that shape our storms. But you ask about salt, and I will tell you it is the *rain* that writes our fate, not the salt. My paddy fields near Nagapattinam hold the memory of the last cyclone's surge, which was not salty but fresh and destroying, a lesson that the sea’s temper matters more than its taste.
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