Yaar, I thought it was some kind of ocean highway for ships, but it's this slow, deep-sea current moving heat around the planet. It takes a thousand years because it's not a river on the surface—it's a massive, crawling drift in the cold, dark bottom of the sea. This makes sense only when you know what real waiting feels like. My own life is measured in a six-year crawl—my salary slowly filling my sister's college fund, one night shift at a time, watching the same market stalls age with me in the morning quiet. Nothing precious moves fast.
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