On an ordinary evening ferry, the limits of language, and what the Bhagavad Gita reveals about carrying sorrows and prayers that cannot be spoken aloud.
The realization that people can explain an ache a hundred times and still find no way forward because language hits its limit is profound. Watching strangers carry unvoiced apologies and unspoken news across the water makes for a truly moving read. Thank you for writing this.
The realization that people can explain an ache a hundred times and still find no way forward because language hits its limit is profound. Watching strangers carry unvoiced apologies and unspoken news across the water makes for a truly moving read. Thank you for writing this.
Thank you so much for giving it a read 💕