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Hi.

I am weird.

I am naked.

And, I do not have a name.

Welcome to my world or worlds and words - imagined and lived - in a spectrum compressed between the spaces of my fingers and the universe - they call it LIFE - I call it my kaleidoscope.

This is an autobiography but this is not all about me.

This is a party of rarity.

A mere snippet of rawness.

An assembly of people - dreamers and realists - who share a common interest – 

to live life and give life a chance to be lived one day at a time.

This is a book – non-fictional and largely fictional in nature – depicting realizations of souls I’ve met or yet to meet – by chance or choreographed encounter or both.

This is an interpretation of liberation, of figures and languages, of beauty and ruggedness in all life forms.

This is a compilation of stories filmed in different settings.

A mix of straightforward and vague narration of characters - people, places and feelings - through metaphors and personification.

This is a journey - a time travel of the past, present and future - without any chronological sequence.

This is weird.

This is naked.

And, it does not have a name.

Welcome to its world or worlds and words – written and spoken – in a spectrum compressed between the spaces of images and alphabet – they call it blogging or a diary – I call it no itinerary, more so, a blank itinerary.