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Writer, Father. Entrepreneur. Bum. Atheist. Recluse. Garhwali. Foodie. Downloader. Drifter. In no particular order.


The lower branches have blurred to indistinct shadows. But where Mumur sits, leaves are still lit orange by the distant fires of the setting sun. As far back as Mumur can recall, he has had this irrepressible urge to climb the highest point. Once he gets there, he is filled with a sense of expectation, and an inexplicable peace with himself. Today is no different.

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