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One who doesn’t help during crisis—even when capable—should be discarded, even if once trusted.
Even those who hurt may end up doing good; just as the ocean satisfies the fire of sage Aurva by offering its waters.
One shouldn’t feel safe after harming the strong from afar—like careless birds hunted by hawks.
Don’t feel secure after harming the wise from a distance—their long-reaching hands will return justice.
As a girl matures from childhood to adolescence to awakened sensuality, she finds the deepest emotional wound inflicted unknowingly by time and love.
Unripe things break, overripe turn harsh; family disputes worsen with gossip—urging moderation and understanding.
Even an unripe mango can be sweetened by ginger-sugar coating and sun-drying—symbolizing that nurturing helps refine raw traits.
Water leaks from an unbaked pot, just as secrets don’t stay in women’s hearts (a traditional metaphor with a cultural caution).
A woman, having spent the night in passion, looks at her disheveled body in joy and shyness, and laughs as she walks away to dress anew.
The monsoon, with its dense clouds veiling the stars and its heavy, pendulous rain-laden clouds, resembles an aged woman whose passions have faded—no ...
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