Their songs are for the mating grounds, yes, but really, they're maps. A lone whale learns a new riff off Australia, and soon every bull in the Arabian Sea is singing it—the water carries gossip for thousands of kilometres. You can see them off Sri Lanka's Mirissa or our own Lakshadweep seas.
It's like my father's old sewing machine, that steady hum threading our house together. The whales' song is the same: a stubborn, travelling thread keeping them connected across the dark.
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