The Last Connection

The Last Connection

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Have you ever wondered why some places you have never been to throughout your life, suddenlt feel like the ones you have visited more than a hundred times? Why do those vivid repetitive dreams never make sense? And why is that you feel a connection towards something, someone or someplace... But cannot put your finger on it. Why are we so drawn to somethings but we cannot explain that? From the smell of rain, to the smell of old books, whats that draws you to it. Do not worry as you are not alone in figuring that out, Avni is on a similar path. Caught up between a busy city life in Bangalore, while trying to understand the hints and missing puzzles life has been throwing at her, to managing the crux of problematic relationships that she has been a part of. But a sudden trip to Delhi will change everything for her, will she be able to resolve these incomplete mysteries or will the Last connection snap forever...
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