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She came to me as a memory of a springtime, like a mist that falls on a blade of grass that is withering in the sun, cooling his mind like a drop of dew that seems to bring life to it. Today, Ravi Shankar, who is alone in the darkness of collapse with a mind that is still bleeding and bleeding, is caught on the edge of sharp questions with broken rhythms. On the one hand, the love that burned the perfection of honest and innocent love to ashes, established power and rights in the name of relationship, seized a person's life for selfish desires, and threw him into darkness. On the other hand, what happened in the realization of a poor girl who had to wear the thali of a person who had ruined a life and a life for selfish desires for ages. But he asked me a question again, doesn't mother have another child? What if she doesn't want me? Hiding the pain behind a smile, I told him no. Even though I don't have another child, you are my son. It will always be that way, I need you.

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