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"CHAPTER 37" of OH OVERWHELMING LOVE is out now!
          
          https://sonali-nefelibata.stck.me/story/505906/OH-OVERWHELMING-LOVE-CHAPTER-37

PART 2 OF 2
          
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          But Banaras, in all its messiness, has taught me more about myself than any other place has. It’s a city that strips you down to your rawest, makes you question your own glittering dreams. I used to think that life would somehow be perfect just because I made it to a university like BHU, because I was in this holy city of Baba Vishwanath. Well, that bubble burst quickly enough. People here are just as flawed, opportunities just as elusive, and growth—well, growth doesn’t come without a fair share of growing pains.
          
          I guess Banaras teaches you to find beauty in contradictions. The peace you seek at the ghats gets interrupted by the loudest tootle you’ve ever heard, the street food that promises a burst of flavor might also promise a stomach ache, and the warmth of the people often hides deeper complexities that can take a while to unravel.
          
          But then, despite all that, I wouldn’t trade this year for anything. It hasn’t been all good or all bad—just real. A phase of learning, of unlearning, of knowing myself better. I’ve made peace with the fact that Banaras is not here to pamper you. It’s here to shape you, to test your patience, and maybe, to make you laugh at the absurdity of it all.
          
          Banaras might not be the gold I thought it was, but it’s definitely something deeper—something that stays with you long after the glitter fades.
          
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PART 1 OF 2
          
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          It's been a year today. 
          
          A year of knowing Banaras, of breathing its air, of walking through its chaotic, ancient streets. And what a year it's been. Thrilling, yes, but also a time that brought its fair share of lessons—ones I didn’t expect and some I wasn’t ready for.
          
          When I first stepped into this city, Banaras looked like a canvas dipped in gold. The ghats, the temples, the river, and the sunsets—everything seemed straight out of some postcard. But you know what they say, all that glitters isn’t gold. Turns out, Banaras isn’t just what you see in those Instagram reels with Ganga Aarti playing in the background. There’s a side of the city no one really warns you about.
          
          For starters, 'Banaras ka waqt' is like the river—it flows at its own pace, and nobody’s in a hurry to catch up. Deadlines? Timeliness? They’re like myths here. If someone says "bas do minute," take that with a grain of salt. It could mean anything from 20 minutes to two hours. You learn patience, or you lose your mind—it’s as simple as that.
          
          And speaking of patience, navigating the bureaucracy here—whether it’s for paperwork or getting some admin work done—is an art. An art that requires more breaks than actual work. You’ll hear things like “Kal aana,” and “Aaj bhi nhi hoga, Guru,” so often that you begin to wonder if this city runs on some mysterious calendar no one’s ever heard of.
          
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          (To be continued in the next)

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PART III of "UNHEARD, UNFORGOTTEN!" is out!

My Dear Valued Reader,
          
          Hey, just a reminder on this important day:
          
          Today is World Suicide Prevention Day, and I want to remind you that you matter.
          Your presence, your thoughts, your feelings—all of it matters more than you know.  
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          You are never alone, and your life is so so so valuable.
          
          Let’s continue to support each other, today and always.
          
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PART II of "UNHEARD, UNFORGOTTEN!" has been published. Do check it out.
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/1475594159?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_published&wp_page=create_on_publish&wp_uname=Sonali_nefelibata

I'm cooking something interesting for you all. Part I is already out... Part II will be published later at night. 
          
          This is going to be short book, comprising of just 11 chapters. So keep a track of all the parts systematically to not miss out on the true essence of it.
          
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          Unheard, Unforgotten - Syllables of the Heart!
          
          She thought she had left the past behind-until anonymous emails began flooding her inbox. Each message is more intimate than the last, filled with memories she thought she'd buried, emotions she believed had faded. But how does this mysterious sender know the smallest details about her life, her thoughts, her heart?
          
          As the emails delve deeper into a love she once knew and a future she never imagined, she is drawn into a web of bittersweet nostalgia and unanswered questions. 
          
          Who is behind these words, and why now? 
          
          With every line, the past and present blur, forcing her to confront feelings she can no longer ignore.
          
          In a story of unspoken love and quiet revelations, the truth lingers just out of reach, waiting to be uncovered. 
          
          But when the heart speaks in silence, will she listen?
          
          Some words were never meant to be forgotten. Some loves, never left behind.
          
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