November 12, 2016
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The morning in Ahmedabad had begun like any other – measured, predictable, wrapped in the quiet rhythm that had slowly become routine over the past several days. The sunlight filtered through the leaves of the champa tree, casting shifting patterns across the garden, while the swing moved gently under…
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A journey with words that started in March 2018 has been flourishing with different explorations, and this brings me to the world of blogging.Read More