A reef grows not from one ambitious plan, but from a lifetime of quiet, consistent labour. Each tiny polyp lays down its small stone, and the next generation builds upon it, never knowing the final shape. From my boat, I see islands that are just the tips of such patience, built over millennia. It reminds me of my woodcarving—one chip at a time, a gods-idol emerges from a pine block, and a family is built from saved rupees.
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