The lights dimmed slightly as soft music played in the background, the gentle clinking of glasses and murmured conversation filling the ornate event hall. Guests from across the industry had begun to gather, the space now abuzz with poised elegance and curated charm.
Rishikesh stepped onto the stage, cutting a striking figure in classic black, his voice confident as it rang out across the room. “Good evening, everyone. On behalf of the entire Rajawat Group, I welcome you to our Annual Meet. Tonight isn’t just a celebration of milestones, it’s a recognition of the people behind them.” A polite wave of applause followed as cameras clicked.
For the Flame to Burn, It Needs a Spark These words—these poems, musings, echoes of soul—they are pieces of me, offered to the void. If they’ve ever stirred something in you, made silence feel understood or chaos feel poetic… Then let your support be the wind beneath this fire. A small gesture. A mighty impact. Because art survives on love—and the occasional coffee. ☕✨
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