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Narrow rural road in Maharashtra disappearing into dense morning fog, with a single electric pole and a lone tree emerging from the mist.

WHERE SILENCE HAD A VOICE

A reflective personal essay on silence, introspection, and everyday moments, where familiar places feel different

JATAYU: MY FIRST STEP INTO THE SKY

Some dreams don’t shout. They whisper; they wait. Over time, they grow quietly in our
Narrow rural road in Maharashtra disappearing into dense morning fog, with a single electric pole and a lone tree emerging from the mist.

WHERE SILENCE HAD A VOICE

A reflective personal essay on silence, introspection, and everyday moments, where familiar places feel different and awareness quietly awakens.

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