An Invitation to Echoes
Ek Shabd hota,
Ek Gungun hoti,
Ek athavan hoti.
(One word, One hum,One Memory)
Every story begins with a threshold. Mine begins with echoes—dreams that feel like invitations, motifs that return like companions, and verses that ripple across lifetimes.
This is not yet the Prologue. It is a doorway. A quiet step into the spiral of vows, flames, leaves, and horses that will carry us forward. Tomorrow, the Prologue will open fully. Today, I invite you to pause at the threshold and listen.

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