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What are we, but the spaces we occupy? And everything in between. This random assortment harbours quips from various episodes of a mundane everyday life in a metro. Indoors, outdoors, within four walls or one with nature, the screen and beyond. Occasionally, you’ll find one odd well-crafted piece. One, perhaps, with a message. One that speaks to you. One that reflects your everyday. One that offers a perspective. And that is when we can ascertain that this small collection of disjointed poetry, with no rhyme nor rhythm, has moved beyond the mere mindless rambles of its author. Because this is your space, oh reader. Yours to own. Yours to get lost in, yours to find your way back. After all… what are we, but the books we read, the people we meet, the stories we exchange, and the places we travel to. We are a sum of our experiences; a reflection of our surroundings… We are the spaces we’ve created.