By Ananya Mukherjee & Prodipto Roy
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In a rain swept afternoon, when nature’s at a tempestuous rage and the world is holding its spears against me…I am looking at a blue door, the superfluous ethereality of a divine dream that transcends the limitations of reality, fear and offers a flexibility of choice beyond the natural or the ordinary. The non-synthetic unreal trance manifests in the reality of its origin. The origin that translates into two words…second chance!
