PrincipePrathu writes not to impress, but to release — fragments of thought, raw and unfiltered, scattered across blank pages like stardust in the void. He doesn’t follow genres or chase styles; he drifts through them, crafting whatever his mind dares to spill. No records. No labels. Just a voice you didn’t see coming — quiet, but unforgettable. He is Pratham PM, but on the page, he becomes the untamed rhythm: PrincipePrathu — a name that doesn’t shout, but echoes.
