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Calcutta, India

Associate System Engineer

All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a FIRE shall be woken, A Light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be the BLADE that a was broken, The crownless again shall be the KING.