Epilogue

The Stranger on Platform
t was the summer of 2015 when Arman Malik, a 27-year-old civil engineer from Hyderabad, boarded a train that would lead him into a chapter of his life he could never have planned. A man known for his routine, his logic, and his unshakable skepticism toward anything unexplainable, Arman wasn’t the kind of person who believed in fate. But that changed one rainy afternoon on Platform 7 of Pune Junction.
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''The Diamond Planet''
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Go home and love your family
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Epilogue
I feel like everything belongs to me and nothing belongs to me. I have all the control but I also take all the shifts. There is no resting. No reprieve. No overtime pay. No pay at all. No labor laws. Very little compassion. And, in my case, no strong arms to hold me in the middle of the night when it goes badly in my dreams. No one’s mind to help me solve the problem, and no single person who helped me generate this genetic code across this tiny little tribe.
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How Understanding Your Childhood Wounds Can Finally Give You the Love Story You've Always Dreamed Of
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