Dreams of a millennial man in India. A young man sits in front of his computer screen. His window to a world of unrealised dreams. His lonely soul in a knot so tight. Conflicting emotions in an epic fight. Screaming guitars of musical fire. No company wanting him for hire. Creativity dancing over cotton fields. A ghost factory with fantasy yields. An occasional moment of peace. When he remembers his dreams.

Much of the knowledge and knowledge institutions are controlled and access to the outside world is forbidden. We simply want people to know more and have more ideas to deliberate upon. Our simple single lined purpose is to nurture thought. We hope to create a class of critiques and hence have a greater nurture outcome for the overall social setup.

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To be or not to be, that is the question. Bon, ça faisait longtemps que ça me. Des hauts et des bas.