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When I first landed in London for my postgraduate studies, the excitement was quickly overshadowed by a gnawing loneliness. Every evening, I'd stare at my phone, calculating the cost of calling my family back in Mumbai. The traditional international rates were exorbitant—each minute felt like watching money drain from my already tight student budget. I tried various messaging apps, but the delayed voice notes and patchy video calls left me feeling more disconnected. Then, a friend mentioned Talk -
I remember the evening sun casting long shadows across our backyard, the grass slightly damp from an earlier drizzle. I had just finished another frustrating session of cricket bowling, my arm aching and my mind clouded with doubt. For weeks, I'd been trying to increase my pace, but without any way to measure it, I felt like I was throwing blindfolded. My friends would occasionally comment on my speed, but their guesses were as unreliable as the weather. That's when I stumbled upon an app called -
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