Kali much rice

Kali much rice

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Not all see Kali in temples. Some see her in the rice fields after floods, when the earth smells of decay and rebirth. In ruined paddies, the first sprout after devastation is seen as her smile—terrible, forgiving. Women tie red threads around banana trees near the edge of the farms, asking her to spare their yield. When the harvest comes, they return to untie the thread, whispering her name like a spell of thanks.