The Wandering Soul - echoes of experiences
This is not a memoir. It is not poetry in the usual sense. It is not a self-help book that promises answers.
It is a quiet drifting through many lives.
Endings are deliberately left open. Questions are allowed to remain questions. Nothing is resolved, because life rarely is.
From the fierce sun of Madanapalle, India to a cold backyard in Greenville, U.S.A., from the golden cage of a perfect marriage to the garden that grew only where tears fell-this book is a tender, unflinching mirror held up to the private aches we all recognise but seldom name.