The wind whispered secrets of ancient continents through the Palakkad Gap, a silent scar etched upon the Indian earth. Millions of years ago, Madagascar, a spectral island adrift in the sapphire embrace of the ocean, had been part of this very landmass. Gondwana, they called it, a name that resonated with the melancholic hum of lost connections and whispered memories. Eons had passed, continents fractured like shattered dreams, their fragments scattered across the vast canvas of time. Yet, whispers of the past lingered. The Dharwar Craton, an ageless rock formation, stretched beneath both the Indian soil and the Malagasy mountains, a testament to their shared slumber within the womb of Gondwana. The Ranotsara Gap, Madagascar's own silent echo, mirrored the Palakkad Gap with an uncanny precision, a ghostly handshake across the vast ocean. Lemurs, with their soulful eyes and nimble movements, danced through Madagascar's forests, their ancestors intertwined with the Indian langu...
My name is Ashok Kizhepat I weave together stories where my ideas intertwine with the cadence of the generative transformer creating something that feels surreal and new