The Jahre Viking. Who was she? The crown of the seas once ? Or the love and awe of the clan of engineers who built her ?Or a rage ? A marvel ? A statement ?
I travelled the length of the mighty ghats, I talked to the winds, I rested on the rarer pastures, I washed my face in the chilly waters time and again, and I asked the first kid I saw, my name. He looked at me mysteriously, while I watched my reflection in his eyes.
He told me that I have wings, and they have a span.
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