Purva Atmosphere new launch luxury residential apartment project from Puravanakara located at Thanisandra Main Road Banglaore. The project is expected to be spread across 12 Acres of land, with large portion of land area dedicated for greenery and landscaping.

The property is expected to have 1042 premium flats of 2, 3 and 4 Bedrooms. The area of 2 BHK Home, Floor Plans, Price list, Cost sheet and Payment Schedule will be shared soon, once the project is launched.

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Purva Atmosphere is a new soft launch residential apartment offers a luxury amenities like The amenities provided includes clubhouse, gymnasium, saloon & spa, swimming pool, laps pool, children’s play zone, garden area, tree-lined walking/jogging tracks, library, multi-purpose community hall, indoor-outdoor sports’ facilities, well planned parking area, rain water harvesting, in-house waste management system and round the clock security surveillance facility.

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• Project Name: Purva Atmosphere
  Builder: Purvankara Limited
  Project Type: Apartments
  Project Stage: Prelaunch
  Location: Thanisandra Road
  Zone: North Bangalore
  Unit Type: 1,2 & 3 BHK

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Jahlil Adams is just a regular teenager. In fact, you could say that he is “super regular” with his glasses, comic books, and cheap fashion sense. He doesn’t want popularity. He doesn’t want a pretty girlfriend. He wants to just be who he is. Well that and not to be bullied by Max Maniac.

Yet, everything changes once Mr. Malachi gave Jahlil a necklace that he didn’t even want.

After that, everything was not the same. In fact, Jahlil began to realize that there was much more to who he was. There was much more to who Mr. Malachi was. There was much more to his existence. The lid of limitations was lifted from Jahlil’s life.

Now, all that mattered was the limitations that the sky had to offer.

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Finally, the elevator made it to the third floor. As soon as the door opened, I swiftly took myself to room 308 to see my best friend. What I saw had me in a minor form of ease. She was alive. She also had her head wrapped and her leg extended in the air. It must have been broken. Both of her parents were present, which was also a relief for me. Mrs. Thompson was a professionally stunning looking woman. Since she did work in Chicago in a high-rise building, that much did not come off as a surprise. Mr. Thompson was a pretty tall and charming man that was an executive for the city. He was also clean cut and well managed. I saw why Trisha was so upbeat and graceful: she got it from her parents. "Hey, Jahlil! Glad you made it. These are my parents." "Hello, Mr. Adams. We've heard so much about you," Mr. Thompson said as he extended his hand like any gentleman should. I shook his hand and noticed the firmness of his grip. I exchanged greetings with him. Her mom, however, gave me a big hug. I guess they were both impressed with me for some apparent reason. "Well, I made it. How are you doing, Trisha? What did the doctor say?" "He said that I was going to be okay. My leg is broken, though. This sucks. I planned on going to the Valentine's Day dance. Now I can't go." I looked at her perplexed and said "Sure, you can go. If you are in a wheelchair, I'll just push you around and spin you like a top." Being amused by my smug comments, Trisha laughed and said, "Boy, must you always be silly?" "You need to smile, girl. You are still alive after being hit by a car. Your survival is a blessing within itself. Now, you can worry about being dolled up for the Valentine's Day Dance." Her mom, feeling the need to say something, stated that "Personally, I think she should still go. She needs to have fun and relax. She needs to be around her friends like you and Khadija. You know Khadija, don't you?" "How can I not?" I noted with a hint of sarcasm. "She is forever making the most hilarious statements ever." "Yeah, that little girl gets it from her momma. Her mom is the same way: intellectually sassy. That's why I like her so much." "I know one thing, my good people," Mr. Thompson noted, "I am hungry. We are about to go get something to eat. You want me to bring any of you all anything?" "No, I'm not hungry. Are you hungry, Mr. Malachi?" "No, sir," Mr. Malachi said. "I ate a healthy lunch today. I'll be good until later on tonight." "Well, you all keep an eye on my daughter while we are gone. You know she is liable to do anything," Mr. Thompson said with a smile. "Daddy, you know I'm not like that! I am a good girl. I stay out of trouble and do my work. Like you taught me." "This is true. Well, you all, we will be right back. Take care of her, now." And just like that, The Thompsons were out the door. Meanwhile, I pulled up a chair and sat next to Trisha while she was laid up looking all broken up. I played with her hair and saw that she had a scar on the top of her head. "Does this hurt up here?" "Not like it used to earlier today. It felt much worse then. But don't touch it. I don't want it to hurt again." Laughing, I said, "I'll make sure I won't". In the meantime, Mr. Malachi was rubbing his hands together while he looked out the window. I had no clue as to what he was looking at, or why he was looking for that matter. But I did notice a glow emanating from his palms. It was similar to that same glow that I would always see coming from this crazy necklace. I could not be sure if I was seeing this or having another Bushwick Bill moment. But I did understand that I was going to have to ask him about this later on. Only problem was this: the end of the weirdness I would bear witness to did not come with a definite time. "Jahlil. Promise me you won't say anything about what's going to happen right now?" Mr. Malachi whispered as he gave me a look of refined seriousness that I became used to from him. "Yeah. Sure. Whatever you say." I just kept looking at him. I was beginning to wonder why Trisha hadn't said anything about the glow coming from his hands. She was just relaxing. And why didn't I see his lips move? Okay, this situation was becoming more outlandish by the moment. "Trisha, I want to say a prayer for your better healing and living, if that is alright with you," Mr. Malachi said. Trisha, in her positive, yet weak condition, just mustered up with saying "Yeah. Prayer is okay with me. Whatever can help me." He walked toward Trisha, holding his left hand up and putting his right hand on her head. As soon as he started his prayer, I could see the energy transfer from his hands to her body. At some point, Trisha became engorged in the energy that Mr. Malachi was giving to her. It only lasted a minute, but once it was done, I was left with my mouth dropped open. Not truly understanding what was going on, I walked toward Trisha and saw that her head wasn't scared anymore. Did Mr. Malachi just heal her of her wounds? "Trisha, how do you feel?" I asked. "I don't know why, but I feel a whole lot better. Thank you, Mr. Malachi. I guess it's true that prayer do work wonders." Mr. Malachi, with a smile that could break storm clouds, said "It was nothing. It is just what I was born to do for my people." Alright, now I was officially consumed with bewilderment. First, it was this crucifix that was given to me for "protection". Then, it was the fight in the lunchroom where I did the unthinkable. Now? I just witnessed a man lay hands on someone and heal them like a firebrand evangelist. This was becoming too much. "Ready to go, Young Blood?" Mr. Malachi questioned me as I still stood in amazement. "Yeah, sure. Trisha, you gonna be okay?" "Yeah, Jahlil. I'm so glad that you came to see me. Drive safe and make it home in one piece. No accidents." Trisha chuckled a little bit and smiled, knowing everything was going to be okay. I walked over to her and gave her a kiss on the forehead. Rubbing her hand and looking into her eyes, I knew that she was healed. That alone was both exciting and scary all in one fell swoop. As Mr. Malachi and I made it to the elevator, I wanted to wait until it closed before I started my interrogation. As soon as those doors closed, it was time for me to get into private eye mode. "Okay, what just happened in there?" I inquired with all due seriousness and lack of understanding. "It was a prayer for her healing." "Okay. And why do I have to keep it a secret?" Mr. Malachi, with a look of deep discontent, said "Because people cannot know or find out what I can do. I will explain this more when the time comes. Trust me." And just like that, the elevator opened. Trust him? Really? How was I supposed to do this when he is either keeping secrets or making supernatural stuff happen out of thin air? It would be more reasonable to explain to me what was going on. Now, he had me in suspense and I was finding this quite irritating. I was getting tired of the strange occurrences and secrets. "But what if I don't trust you?" I said in the most flippant tone as we walked outside to the car. "You don't have to, to be honest. But do know one thing, Young Blood: situations will make themselves become known. All questions will be answered in due time. I know you are confused right now. That makes sense. But, you can't force the truth to occur. Sometimes, all you can do is wait. Once it happens, everything else falls into proper place and perspective." And with that said, Mr. Malachi turned on the radio to listen to the rest of A Tribe Called Quest. I just sat there and looked out the window. I didn't have any idea as to what to say to all the things he said. I did know that sooner or later, I was going to get to the bottom of this. I wanted the truth. In fact, I deserved the truth because I could handle it. Well, at least that was what I thought.

Anthony Wilson is a new author that hails from the Midwest. Being that this is his first book, he took the extra care of creating a 1st person perspective from the realities of teenage living in the year 2000. Being that Anthony Wilson is an educator, he wanted to create stories that students in middle (and even high) school could relate to. Also, he wanted to create stories that his teenage daughter would be proud of. When he isn't being a husband, teaching, or writing, Anthony Wilson also maintains his health through physical activity.

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[As usual, if games aren't your thing, feel free to skip this. I try to only post reviews on BL for the ones that are particularly story-rich and don't have much in way of what most folks would consider actual gameplay.]

Like Tacoma, Fullbright’s newest game, Gone Home isn’t so much an adventure game as it is an interactive story, although the story is even slimmer here than it was in Tacoma.

You play as Katie, who has just arrived home in the very early AM after a trip abroad. The family just moved to this home and I’m pretty sure Katie has never been there. At any rate, the house is empty - no one else is home, and you don’t know why. There are a few cryptic notes from your younger sister indicating that something has happened and that you shouldn’t tell your parents anything. There are also a couple phone messages, one of which is particularly worrisome. In order to find out what happened, you have to explore the house, reading any notes you find and picking up keys and combination lock codes so that you can open new doors and learn more secrets. Touching certain items triggers voiceover narration from your sister, explaining a little of what happened to her while you were gone and how things got to the point they are now.

The game’s atmosphere is top-notch. It’s dark outside, and there’s a storm going on, so your exploration is occasionally interrupted by thunder. Meanwhile, almost every room you enter is dark. When I first started playing, I turned off lights after leaving a room, but it wasn’t long before I got in the habit of turning on every single light and just leaving them on. Not only did it help make exploring slightly less scary, it helped me keep track of which rooms I’d been in and which hadn’t. However, the house’s electrical wiring was a bit wonky, so occasionally the lights flickered. And for some reason everyone left their TVs on.

Thankfully for those like me who scare easily, the flickering lights, thunder, TVs, and Katie’s sister’s notes about potential ghosts were as bad as the “horror” got. There really wasn’t anything to be afraid of. No jump scares, no monsters, literally nothing in the house but you. The house became a lot less creepy once I realized that, although there was one room I refused to explore because it didn’t seem to have a working light.

As you explore the house, you learn more about what happened to Katie’s sister, but you also learn a bit about what’s been going on with Katie’s parents. Since I’d read spoilery reviews of the game, I already knew most of what was going on with Katie’s sister, but I had no clue about what was going on with her parents. I wanted to know what they knew about what was going on, and where they were.

The final revelations were...kind of disappointing. Maybe I’d have enjoyed them more if I hadn’t come across those spoilery reviews? Or maybe not, since several things were obvious well before the game’s ending. One of the things Fullbright seems to have trouble with is story pacing. This one spread things out almost too much, while Tacoma waited until the very end of the game for almost all of its most interesting moments. Gone Home's setup also felt more contrived. Would Katie's sister really have forced her to learn literally all of the house's secrets (and at 1 or 2 AM!) before finally letting her know what had happened? That seemed...pretty awful.

Of the two games, I definitely enjoyed Tacoma more, although Gone Home was still pretty decent. Part of that might have been that I’m more of a sci-fi fan - I really enjoyed Tacoma’s world-building, the AI, and getting to explore the station. Gone Home’s benefits were its creepy atmosphere and the cassette tapes strewn about the house...which I hated. It would have been nice if the cassette players had had some kind of volume control, but even if they had, I seriously disliked Katie’s sister’s taste in music, which was a bit of a bummer since she mentioned and gushed over the music so much in her voiceovers and notes. I wasn’t really a fan of the music in Tacoma either, but at least it didn’t feel as important there.

Oh, also: although Gone Home still made me feel a bit nauseous, I found that I did better with it than I did with Tacoma. So that was something.

I don’t regret playing Gone Home, but it’s one of those games I’d be cautious about recommending. It’s very short - I finished the entire thing in slightly less than 2 hours - and the story is very, very slim. As in “I can’t say much more about it than I already have, or I’d give everything away.”

I do have one other thing I’d like to say, but it’s very spoilery. You’ve been warned.

Okay, so the one other thing I wanted to say was that it kind of bugged me that I’ve now played two interactive stories with

Rating Note:

I debated between 2.5 stars and 3 stars. I decided that the issues I mentioned slightly overshadowed the things I enjoyed about the game and finally settled on 2.5 stars.

(Original review posted on A Library Girl's Familiar Diversions.)

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