I began Kalpvriksha: The God’s Code on a quiet evening when the house had finally exhaled—lights dim, phone face down, the kind of silence that feels earned. I expected a thoughtful mythological read. I didn’t expect the book to look back at me the way it did, calmly, almost knowingly, as if it had been waiting for this exact moment in human history to speak.   We live in a time obsessed with acceleration. Faster processors. Smarter machines. Shorter attention spans. And into

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