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It’s been a while….

It’s been a while… And in the interim, the world hasn’t paused for breath. While I stayed still, clinging to an inert existence, everything around me kept spinning, relentless in its pace. I became the prickly thorn on a smooth road, not because I wanted to, but because I couldn’t match the rhythm of the […]

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The Tragic Tale of Chintu the Potato

In the heart of a lush, sprawling garden, there lay a humble potato named Chintu. Unlike the other vegetables, Chintu yearned for adventure and excitement. The garden was his home, but he always felt there was something more beyond the fence that enclosed them. His friends, the carrots and cabbages, warned him about the dangers

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A new year, a new story.

A new year, a new cycle. One week has passed. Winter is blooming and preparing itself to embrace the sunny sun. Organisms are rejoicing and also crying in grim tears of the emotional hearts. The brains are out looking for the unknown in the grounded battleground. And here I was, battling my battles with Potato

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Potato King: A Wasteland Tale of Post-Apocalyptic Survival and Betrayal

In the desolate wasteland of a post-apocalyptic world, potatoes were the most valuable commodity. They were the only crop that could survive in harsh conditions, and they were the staple food of the survivors. But they were also the most coveted and sought-after resource, and many were willing to do anything to get their hands

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