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Hui!

Posted the next update too. So it's a double one. Hope it's upto the mark, I'm kinda nervous with angst. 
          
          Regards. 
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/259259855

Cannot see the damn inline comments in the latest chapter, hence republished it. Do y'all see the comments?

Updated! We reach the infamous dice hall, and i hate it all. 
          
          But maybe, check out and tell me how it is?
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/259259855

Was actually planning to post the next update today but it's 3K+ words by far and still going. Cannot even cut down the chapter without making it look jarring. So eh, maybe till the very end of the year y'all will get a long chapter. Or maybe two of them ;)
          
          Hope everyone is doing well <3

Hieeee there. I've been reading your books and tbh you're such an amazing writer. I just love your work sm ❤️

Slightly controversial but since I'm studying philosophy as a student, it should be obv. Lol. Something or the other keeps going on in our minds. Also, this post in no way to aims to pick fights and bother people. Let's agree to disagree on things peacefully. 
          
          Anyway, so, never ever preach something to somebody without their consent or them asking for a lesson, if you haven't perfected the skill yourself. I repeat, never teach something to somebody if you haven't mastered the field — unless they want you to. 
          
          You're only ever capable of teaching something when YOU know it wholly and completely.  
          
          Signing out,
          Dhruvi.

Utterly random muse here as usual. Lol. 
          
          I love when people depict Hari in different ways. All different bhāvas. All different relations and perspectives. It's like that one thing I once heard of, that when many blind people were left alone with an elephant and asked what it seemed like to them, the one holding its trunk said he was like a snake, to the one with his mighty foot he was like a pillar, and so on. 
          
          I like when the Shānta bhāva makes you feel at home. The Sākhya one has you spilling all the hidden feelings of your heart. The Dāsya one makes you bow before the supreme emperor, and lo! behold his grandeur, for what could've been better than being at his service? The Vātsalya bhāva makes you coo and want to cradle him close, like how Maa Kaushalya and Maa Yashoda must have (how could they ever really part from your sweet form, lord?). The Mādhurya one makes you feel like a troubled gopi who seeks a glimpse of him, a queen that awaits him after a session of his court. And then he's a mentor too. A father. A mother. A brother. Sometimes all the lines are vague and you're just his. 
          
          Him. Hari. 
          
          And that's enough, right? How does it matter what form he has taken? He's still yours and will forever be.
          
          That's all hehe. I was struck by the bug of observation again. I love moments like these, which are to be spent in thinking of him alone.
          
          Love,
          Dhruvi.

Enough negativity on my message board. That isn't even my vibe. Anyway. I wrote a lil something on Tumblr and guessed that maybe some people here would like to read it too. 
          
          So, maybe maybe, a four hundred word snippet is a joy to read?
          
          Regards <3
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/330322581

Published chapter 93! Sorry for the delay, I've been busy with my college work. I hope it's upto the mark <3
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/259259855