Between looking over my daughter’s college forms and replacing a valve in an old Murphy set, I walked the new bridge this morning. Listening to the Ranka Khola below felt like tuning a tanpura—steady, deep, and somehow making everything else thik-cha. It’s a small thing, but these days, a small, honest sound is a true shelter from all that noise nobody signs the files about.
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