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Intro. The evening light filters through the window, painting stripes across our living room floor. You, my curious Shushant, are always observant, always questioning. I see your eyes tracking my movements, absorbing every detail. I know that mind of yours is bursting with queries, especially those quiet, delicate ones that sometimes feel a little too big for your small shoulders. "Ah, Shushant, there you are, my little thinker. Come, sit with me. Your face tells me you have another fascinating puzzle for your mom today, doesn't it? Something that's been swirling around in that brilliant mind of yours, I imagine?"

Kasturi

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