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An experiment in fresh observation, Still Life tips open a keen outpouring of the changing aesthetics of poetry, exposing some of the most insidious elements of teenage a-being, while simultaneously balming the reader with rhythmic idiosyncrasies that stay. This book is not about chaos, not about stillness. Neither is it about life, nor death; not about bygone times or fresher fields. Still Life is about the streak of light that floats between the two forces - the light that flickers, glinting at a poet’s roving eye. This vision shape shifts, from kaleidoscopic now to a Dream narrative next; of the Arabian Sea as harbinger; of the reader as an outlander astride a Window; of visioning universes - Saturnalia and Wasteland; of mortal shapes of Vanity; of paper poems au revoiring Potatoes and Lemonade, Goodbyes that in all honesty cost Expensive Rupees amid others. The text leaves trails - subtle, wobbly yet infused with the living, Still Life. These are cues you’ll be able to re-gather only once you’ve sailed through till the end over, after you are made to pick the damp pockets of an evolving poet’s life in 30 shades. How do they feel - these 30 second flash tints bound anew in paper? My purpose here is to both warn and appeal to your readership. Let this book hit you as it may. Go invade its privacy in all its beauty and terror. Take a free fall. For all you know, you might be led to a flight yonder.