سکون کا خوشی: سمن کی مچھلی

I didn’t come for fish. I came for the silence between tides. Turns out, patience isn’t waiting — it’s sipping coffee while gulls judge your win rate on an app. My tackle? Crude. My budget? One latte. The ocean doesn’t care about catches… it cares about when you stop chasing them and they start chasing you. Ever cast is a prayer. And yes — if you sit long enough… the sea remembers your presence before dawn. 🤔 Who needs numbers? The waves got the algorithm. Drop a like if you get it.