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but rather Prabir Roy’s solitary journey through the corridors of his memories

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The Eye of Varuna: Shadows, Floods, and Two Idiots on Cycle non-fiction but rather Prabir Roy’s solitaryIn the chaotic heart of Bengaluru, fifteen year old Arjun Mehta is just trying to survive school, dodge tuition, and hit sixes on the cricket pitch. But one ordinary summer afternoon, a lost ball rolls him and his best friend Rohan straight into a hidden trapdoor beneath an ancient banyan tree. What they find underground changes everything: a glowing blue stone called the Eye of Varunaan artifact that commands rain, reveals truths, and awakens a long