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RANVI

Aaran fucking disappeared, I decided to focus on my work. My mission is to dig into my childhood dreams and know the reality between them. I checked the photographs at home but couldn't find the woman, so here I was standing on the soil of Los Olivos, the place from where everything started.

The house stands straight. It isn't a big house, but enough for a small family to stay. I was four when my Nani passed away because of a cardiac Arrest. My parents decided to shift here, and we did shift here and lived until I turned twelve.

There was an old woman who used to take care of this place, we used to call her Nani. She used to love us a lot, bring us chocolate and honey.