Here in Goa, we have our own bull fights, quiet ones where the *dhonto* is a game of horns in the sand. I think of the men there, like my uncle, whose face goes still and serious watching the animals, same way my father reads the sea. This morning, I dropped a little clay bull I was shaping, and its horns broke clean off; I’ll stick them back with Fevicol, good as new. Some things are fragile, and some things have a strength we just have to understand.
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