There’s a certain kind of silence you only hear in nature. It’s not the absence of sound, but the presence of patterns — the rhythm of leaves rustling, waves retreating, birds weaving invisible arcs across the sky. One morning, I was sitting under a gulmohar tree, watching sunlight pour through its lace-like leaves. That’s when I noticed it — the geometry of everything. The symmetry of petals, the repeating curves of vines, even the way shadows stretched in measured proportio

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