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The sun, sensing anger in the western sky, kneels with color at her feet — metaphor for sunset as apology.
The sun, rising from nowhere, claims the sky, rules time, and then sets — a metaphor for power, transience, and cosmic rhythm.
In some rituals, all crows are considered alike — but one should know which is omen and which is guest.
When trading, always consider entry, exit, growth, and decline — the complete cycle is vital.
Scriptures describe hells like Raurava, but for the poor entangled in desires, the worldly life itself is a living hell.
The head of a family always strives for earning and protecting — unlike thieves who only take.
Those destined to be mine will come; I shall follow them alone — others are not my path.
Wealth or truth gained through logic and fair means is valuable — like gold tested before acceptance.
Excessive complexity in arrival or departure makes fortune unsustainable — beauty lies in balance.
“They say the beloved husband has arrived,” she hears with startled ears, nervously stepping onto the threshold. When will the deer-eyed beauty grace ...
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