We, as human beings are so intricately made. We develop a state of mind where we learn to adjust to our current situations in order to cope with our overwhelming realities. What is real is different to every individual. These realities are relative to that of which we have endured, the environment to which we have been exposed, and the influential attitudes from the persons we find ourselves surrounded by. This world has been created to conceal and reveal traces of real and painful tensions; tensions that bring beauty, beauty that is created through our pain; pain that we can magnify and, through which, discover chips of our character. This is the character that allows us to work through inspiration, to be taken by beauty, governed by love and driven by a deep passion. Intrigue determines the force of our actions. We do what we are compelled to do, in our hearts and in our minds. Anything else is simply not real.
"When I imagine India as a person, I imagine this beautiful, strong, powerful woman, with long, flowing dark hair. Her eyes would be just a touch lighter than her smooth brown skin - noticeably so. She is eccentric and needy but giving and humble. Her thought process would have no visible pattern but her thoughts would be appreciated through the way in which they would flow and dance along her brightly coloured saris made of rich silk. They would touch and charm every heart that she came up against..."
This book of poems mixed with India's thoughts represents the beginning of the mental and physical liberation from an abusive relationship both in the core of a person and India's autonomy after it's partition of 1947. Together, we are all India, the writer of this book. It represents the land but also a large percentage of the women in this world. It represents the abuse, oppression and struggle on both sides. It can also be the re-building , the nightmares that are shared and the sunshine that can be seen behind the clouds, even after independence."