I didn't cry for eleven years. Then I did.
The last time I cried I was twenty-six, at my father's cremation. The next time was in a parking garage, over nothing at all.
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Arjun P.
In his wordsWrites code for a living, writes everything else for himself. Bangalore, by way of a small town nobody has heard of.
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