Rahul Arora

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Prologue | Contemplation If I told you I felt nervous, unsure, feeble and muddled, I’d be understating my state of existence. If anything at all, I was vigorously numb. After having shared coun...

PROLOGUE Whoever thought of winning over a mountain, was undeniably a fool. The big rock is alive & breathes its own ways. You can predict its way of life but you can seldom get close to what it ...

PROLOGUE Whoever thought of winning over a mountain was undeniably a fool. The big rock is alive & breathes its own ways. You can predict its way of life but you can seldom get close to what it r...

PROLOGUE Whoever thought of winning over a mountain was undeniably a fool. The big rock is alive & breathes its own ways. You can predict its way of life but you can seldom get close to what it r...