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<!DOCTYPE html>
<html>
<head>
<meta http-equiv="refresh" content="0; url='pages/home.html'">
<link rel="icon" type="image/png" href="../favicon.png">
<title>loading aashvik</title>
</head>
<body>
<a href='pages/home.html'>
if t doth so befall yond thee art not redirected to the site yond is of aashvik automatically, click this anon to continueth
</a>.
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Aashvik Tyagi, a curious soul with an insatiable thirst for knowledge, finds himself grappling, in this index page, with the mysteries of existence. His messages, a stream of consciousness, reveal a restless mind searching for answers. As he types furiously, a dialogue unfolds. Aashvik reaches out to a friend, yearning for connection amidst the chaos of his thoughts. "Where's your wannabe clone?" he asks, half-jokingly, as if the very concept of a clone could offer solace. The dishwasher, a mundane appliance, becomes a symbol of the clutter in his life—a place where things are cleaned but not always understood. "I don’t want to be afraid of nothing," he declares, echoing a sentiment that resonates deeply within him. The "xeon," a mysterious entity or perhaps a metaphor for his own fears, whispers to him, "I keep on coming home." It's an invitation to confront his anxieties, to understand that home is not just a physical place but a state of being. The snow begins to fall outside, blanketing the world in white, but Aashvik feels the weight of unfulfilled desires. "I can’t bake you a cake," he laments, expressing his inability to manifest love in tangible ways. Yet, amidst the uncertainty, he searches for his "cart," a metaphorical vessel for his dreams and aspirations, lost somewhere in the chaos of his life. "I can’t speak!" he exclaims, frustration bubbling to the surface. The silence of the dishwasher taunts him, a reminder of the things left unsaid. He longs for guidance, for someone to tell him how to navigate this labyrinth of emotions and thoughts. "Where can I keep finding out when you’re coming home?" he pleads, searching for clarity in a world that often feels confusing and overwhelming. As Aashvik's messages echo in the digital ether, they capture the essence of human experience—fear, longing, and the relentless pursuit of understanding. In this moment, he stands at the precipice of self-discovery, ready to embrace whatever truths await him on his journey home, or far, far away from it.
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