Vicky Handa

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There’s a funny little ritual I have most mornings. I make my coffee, sit by the window, and open up a Sudoku puzzle. Sometimes I breeze through it with confidence. Other times, I stare at the grid like it’s mocking me. Either way, it has become my daily training ground—not just for logic, but for life itself.

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