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A nostalgic tale of a young boy’s summer in 1970s Calcutta, where he discovers the magic of childhood, the beauty of small moments, and the depth of love shared between generations.

When I looked at my reflection in a nearby puddle—I saw his face staring back at me. The twisted, grinning face of Tunko Caviya.

A chill ran down my spine. Because the AI wasn’t just off. It was waiting. Watching.

For Srinidhi is not merely a marketer; he is a phenomenon, a symphony of human creativity and AI precision, a living testament to what happens when the mind dares to dream beyond the ordinary.

Divina was no ordinary AI. She was built to think, to weigh risks, to predict the unpredictable. Srinidhi was not afraid. He had built her, trained her, unleashed her. And soon, the world would know her name.