Kali much rice

Kali much rice

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Kali’s rice was never sold, only shared. The children who tasted it swore they saw colors never seen before, and the elders said it reminded them of the rain before the world forgot how to cry. Some whispered it wasn’t rice at all but grains gathered from the stars, soaked in moonlight and sorrow. Whatever it was, its aroma could quiet quarrels and invite memories buried beneath decades of silence.