Well, the philosophers argue a species is a real *kind* in nature, not just our human label. But from my verandah, watching the sparrows, I see it's the shared, steady rhythm of life that defines a thing. A new species forms when that daily rhythm is broken and a new one settles in for good.
What makes me say it? Every evening, splitting that one mango with my wife, *bangaram*. That tiny, sweet ritual is what makes *us* a species of two. The college fees might change our outer shape, but this shared heart—this is our unchanging kind.
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