I'm Khargosh, and it's been a month since I've been with Bangwing IN. I honestly haven't faced any problems here. Maybe this might sound like sugar-coating, but when I first joined this server, I felt like I had known everyone here for a very long time. The staff members and owner have also been really helpful and welcoming. As a staff member, I'll try my best to work hard and make Bangwing IN an even better place for everyone. It's only been a short time, so I can't say much yet, but I've shared what I've experienced so far.

Thanks to Bangwing IN! 💗

I do not write to you
I bleed you out, line by line
Your name still burns beneath my tongue
a curse I whisper just to feel alive
You left quietly,
but your absence screams louder than your
words ever did.
The walls remember you -
they hum your laughter when the night grows too
still.
I sleep beside your ghost,
wrapped in echoes and unfinished sentences.
Every dream drips with your silhouette -
Soft, cruel, eternal.
They say time is a healer.
But I think it's a liar -
it only teaches you to suffer beautifully
to wear your pain like silk.
to smile while you decay.
I still wait for the impossible -
for the dead starts to relight,
for your shadow to return and ruin me
again
Because even now,
I do not crave peace -
I crave you.
And that, perhaps,
is the darkest truth of all.

Above the magical carpet of sky,
Below the tender glow of the full moon’s sigh,
Where silver light drapes over sleeping hills,
And valleys whisper secrets the night can’t hide.

He walked alone through the hush of stars,
Carrying an oath carved deep in his heart,
Not spoken aloud, yet louder than thunder—
A promise the heavens themselves could not part.

Every step he took bent fate around him,
As if the world learned his name in silence,
An oath not of war, nor of ruin or rage,
But of love that refused to be gentle or quiet.

For she was the reason the night felt alive,
The reason the moon seemed to linger longer,
And yet between devotion and desire unseen,
Lay a tension far deeper, far stronger.

He would protect her—no matter the cost,
Even if heaven itself turned away in despair,
Even if love and possession blurred together,
And right and wrong no longer played fair.

And on that night when the world stood still,
He carved his promise into eternity’s skin—
Not as a cry, not as mercy, not as grace,
But as something soft… and dangerously within.

Because love, when it rises beyond reason and fear,
Becomes both a sanctuary and storm combined—
And in his heart, where silence once lived,
She had already taken the throne of his mind.

and darlin’
if i could give you a forever,
i’d write it down,
not in a diary, or a poetry book about you.

i’d write that forever on the last
few pages of my math notebook,
it’ll last forever, no matter where we go.

if i decide to flip the book for fun,
my love, guess what?

i’d read your soul away,
perhaps just a piece,
because not even with all the
languages in this world
can my love for you be put at ease.

Nothing has changed, though everything feels new
New streets, new faces, beneath skies of a different hue.
I wander through places I have never known.
Yet every road somehow leads me back to what we once called home.

Faces changed, and the old roads disappeared.
Each evening arrives, unfamiliar and austere;
Yet within the quiet chambers of my heart,
Your name remains untouched, as it was from the start.

New people came, and new connections grew.
But none could fill the emptiness I inherited from you.
You left as though love were merely a fleeting affair.
While I remained amidst memories, still breathing your air.

Time has made countless attempts to alter my mind.
To make your remembrance distant, obscure, and confined.
Yet every season passes, and somehow I find,
Your memory grows more indelible with time.

The world keeps whispering, “Let the old story end,”
But how does one abandon the heart he once called a friend?
You found a life where I no longer belong,
While I remain imprisoned in a love that lasted too long.

Perhaps someday, melancholy will loosen its hold,
And your memory will cease to feel so painfully cold.
Until then, I'll carry what I cannot undo
The bitter truth that I still belong to you.

And when every other story has faded away,
When even our memories begin to decay,
Yours shall remain the tale my heart cannot erase
A love that I lost, yet could never replace.

In a quiet room where silence sings,
I find the peace that freedom brings.
No crowd to chase, no noise to fear,
Just my own voice, calm and clear.
I walk alone on winding ways,
With sunshine soft on golden days.
No hand to hold, yet still I stand,
The world beneath me, dreams so grand.
I laugh aloud with no one near,
Still every joy feels bright and clear.
The cup I pour, I sip with grace,
Content with time, at my own pace.
No broken hearts, no endless fights,
Just starry skies and peaceful nights.
My thoughts are deep, my soul is wide,
No need to run, no need to hide.
Yes, love may knock, and friends may come,
But I am whole, I am not numb.
In being alone, I've found my part-
A quiet life, with a happy heart.

Jumping into a massive, unfamiliar codebase is the ultimate reality check. You try to use an LLM, but you hit file limits almost immediately. You try an autonomous AI agent, and it burns through your API budget before you write a single line of code.

I got tired of fighting narrow context windows, so I built ASTra a repository-scale comprehension tool designed to help you instantly navigate massive Java and Spring Boot projects.

Just point ASTra at any GitHub repository or local directory, and its pipeline structurally parses the entire architecture in minutes. To prove it, I tested it on the JavaParser repository, successfully indexing over 1,750+ classes, nearly 20,000 methods, and 27,000 semantic chunks in just 10 minutes.

From there, you simply ask questions in plain English or drop into one of the purpose-built query modes. Instead of generic LLM guesses, ASTra delivers exact class names, precise line numbers, and real implementation snippets. Whether you use the architecture mode to map out an unfamiliar system, the workflow mode to trace a process end-to-end, or the calls and dependencies modes to hunt down exact usages, it eliminates the endless search for context by giving you immediate, perfectly grounded answers

The project is completely open and actively evolving, and I want developers to push it to its absolute limits. If you want a smarter, significantly cheaper way to conquer large codebases, check out the repository below. I would love to hear your feedback and see what you build with it.

repo - https://github.com/shravan606756/ASTra
demo - https://drive.google.com/file/d/1U3kZZ3bysGIWFf50rIXnQ-UuyociCBes/view?usp=sharing

• A fictional, female-POV short story set at a press conference. A journalist, aware of the speaker's medical history, asks: "We've heard you were in a coma — is that true? What actually happened?" Beside her, her husband is seated on the panel, suddenly self-conscious; he blushes and tries to hide his face behind a sheet of paper. She notices, gently takes the microphone, and decides: "Let me answer this." What follows is an intimate, dreamlike confession — not about clinical details, but about a kiss on her lower lip, an infinite dark room she ran through while unconscious, and the quiet, fierce way he held on to her hand and never let go. A story of love that persisted when words and consciousness couldn't, told by a wife who found her way back through touch alone.

EPISODE 2

And when I woke up...
Coming to reality: after a week my fingers were moving a little bit... and a few hours later, after the doctors did something and they went away and called my parents and him... everyone was there... my husband turned off all the lights so that if I woke up it would not hurt my eyes.
I woke up in real life. I forgot everything. I was in proper sweat...
And the first thing I saw was him. I cried a lot. I wasn't able to move. I was sitting on the bed, and I saw him. I opened my arms for him...

And guess what he did?
He already had tears in his eyes too.
He didn't hug or kiss me...
He sat near me...
Looked into my eyes for a long time.
Wiped my tears.
He wiped the sweat from my head with his handkerchief.
And then...
He guided me to sleep...
And he slept beside me too, in front of everyone...
He cuddled...
And then, finally, that same soft kiss on my lower lip that I felt in the coma.
For what I was running this long in my dream.
The same kiss he did before.
He was sleeping beside me, like how I was sleeping in my dream.

• A fictional, female-POV short story set at a press conference. A journalist, aware of the speaker's medical history, asks: "We've heard you were in a coma — is that true? What actually happened?" Beside her, her husband is seated on the panel, suddenly self-conscious; he blushes and tries to hide his face behind a sheet of paper. She notices, gently takes the microphone, and decides: "Let me answer this." What follows is an intimate, dreamlike confession — not about clinical details, but about a kiss on her lower lip, an infinite dark room she ran through while unconscious, and the quiet, fierce way he held on to her hand and never let go. A story of love that persisted when words and consciousness couldn't, told by a wife who found her way back through touch alone.

EPISODE 1

When I was in a coma... it will sound weird, but it was magical.
Let me start from somewhere before the coma.
So the thing is... my parents never liked my husband.
I wasn't married at that time.
How I went into a coma doesn't matter here, I guess.
But the funny thing is I came out of it just in a month.
Like, it's rare.
You know, I was in the hospital and my parents never let my husband meet me there, ever.
After a few days, he did a strong protest and forcefully tried to come inside. He did fights with the staff and all that stuff just to see me... and I guess my parents didn't have any option, so they let him come into my room...

What do you think? I was in a coma and he was the only guy in the room. What can the story be? Just about him? But somehow he includes me...
As much as I know, he had tears in his eyes, of course.
The doctor said I'm in a coma but they aren't sure for how long... it can be a few hours, weeks, months, years, or forever.
And they asked not to pressure me or it will be risky.
She can feel and hear you, but can't compile or understand anything in her mind.

He came near me... slowly.
He didn't have enough time in the room, by the way.
And he whispered in my ears that... "When you come back... will you love me?"

Of course, I didn't understand anything. I just heard what he said... I didn't react to anything, but I just remembered what he said a little bit... not clear.
After the whisper... he kissed on my lower lip softly... and then he had to leave me.
He waited for the staff, if they would warn him... till then he was there, holding me... keep whispering my name in my ears with his every single deep breath, which I was able to feel.

In my mind, my brain still didn't react to anything.
But I felt that touch on my lip.
I didn't know from where I was feeling this.
But it felt good... I wanted to explore it more.
I was just in a dream, trapped. I was not able to move at all.
But I ran in my dream, in a dark infinite room, to catch him. I wanted to feel it back... I remembered what he said. I wanted to answer.
I slowly started feeling regret, guilt, and all, because he just disappeared somewhere.
I kept running to him in my closed eyes.
I tried to escape the dream and that infinite room.
I wanted to move my real body now. Like, I started feeling it, but I wasn't able to move anything. I didn't understand anything — what that feeling is, what I even want to move, and how.
I just kept running.
But a little while later I stopped... I told myself, don't do this.
Feel yourself, girl... I slept on the floor in my dream. I imagined hugging him. I imagined that feeling again, and I slept in my dream...

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and here’s to another night,
where i go proving to everyone i know
that paradise exists,
and i go there
every time i think of you.
(i think of rainbows,
fireworks, the whole damn galaxy
when i write of you)

it’s okay,
i’m like every poet there is.
i write the oceans,
and then kiss like the seas.

Tell me, my love—
what kind of poem would you like me to write for you?

One where I compare you to the sea—calm, endless, and impossible to forget?
Or one where I borrow the stars, only to admit they still don't shine quite like your eyes?

Would you like something sweet, filled with spring mornings and quiet smiles?
Or should I write the truth—how my heart always finds its way back to you, no matter where my thoughts begin?

Perhaps you'd like a poem about forever,
about growing old with someone whose hand feels like home.
Or maybe one about the little things—
the sound of your laugh, the comfort of your voice,
and how the world seems softer whenever you're near.

Tell me what kind of poem you want.

Because I'll try to write it for you.

Though I should confess...

Every poem I begin—whether it's about the sky, the rain, or the moon—
always forgets what it was meant to be,

and quietly becomes

another poem

about you.

If Magadha (ancient bihar/north India) was one of the earliest major empires of the Indian subcontinent and the people of Magadha were primarily Indo aryans

then all modern Indo aryan languages ultimately evolved from older Indo aryan languages derived from sanskrit and the prakrits, not from modern Hindi

magadha later became the core of the Maurya Empire which expanded across most of the Indian subcontinent

So we can broadly divide modern Indo aryan languages into eastern central western and southern branches

Most eastern Indo aryan languages, including bhojpuri, maithili, bengali, share ancestry through magadhi prakrit, while hindi belongs mainly to the central Ind aryan branch

I'm not sure... am I right ?

and someone told me
that they got lost in my voice
and that if they ever heard sirens speak,
they would speak like me.

but darling,
through a hundred poems,
you’ll always be my muse,
what should i do if i want that
someone to be you?

And Then, At Last, I Will Become Silent
I love you still.
A love that does not knock on your door,
does not ask to be chosen,
does not call your name into the dark—
yet refuses to leave my chest.
I have tried to bury it.
In laughter that never belonged to me,
in long nights spent convincing myself
that I had finally survived you.
But some truths are stubborn things.
I still meet you
in places where you have never been.
In the pause between two notes of a song,
in the fragrance left behind by rain,
in unfinished words
that tremble on the edge of memory.
And grief is not always loud.
Sometimes it sits quietly in the heart,
breaking one small thing at a time,
until even breathing feels borrowed.
I know you are not mine.
Perhaps you never were.
But love is a faithless disciple—
it obeys neither reason nor farewell.
It lingers.
It builds a home in ruins and calls it devotion.
I must confess something:
I did not merely love you.
When you left,
you carried away the future,
but somehow left my soul behind.
Since then,
I have been living like an abandoned prayer—
still addressed to you,
still waiting to be heard.
I cannot hate you.
Not after all the light
your name once brought to my darkness.
So every evening,
I extinguish myself a little more,
and lie down beside the ashes.
And when my story reaches its final page,
do not rush to stand beside my grave.
The world has grown tired of my waiting.
It will not wait for you
the way I did—

the way I always will.
And Then, At Last, I Will Become Silent

insta: @drifting_tempest

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