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One of my hometown heroes might be starving but will never pause to serve up the best snacks, pictured here with some yummy Mysore bondas. I asked ChatGPT to draw me a stick figure of him and his food counter setup.
As I try to write a poem named, Love for my lava (because Vijayawada has a boiling lava hot belly) I think of all these people that give my city a heartbeat.
Here are the first words of Love for my lava:
Every summer,
I come for the warmth of my people,
but before I can hug my grandmother,
I must tread your boiling lava face.
I’ll finish it soon..
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About The Article Author:
Hi, I’m Rachana. Its been my dream for years to do something to consciously create a better future where every one of us is excited about our own potential. My challenge to everyone is that they aspire for their personal best and leave a legacy of their work through their contributions to mankind.
One more thing. In December of 2044, I hope to win the Nobel.
Will you join me on this journey of growth and transformation?
Namasté.
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