A few happy people

What started as a (now dead) blog from my early college days has become the poetry book that you hold in your hands. This is nothing but countless messages myself because I text myself the most; long threads of emails to myself when being lonely was too much; voice notes sent to myself in perilous times; epiphanies on random auto rides; every distraction captured in some note or the other. It comes of age grows up slips down and gets up - all in front of you. Walk with us through personal misery first love and little victories. Stroll through grief joy longing and looking at life in retrospect. If a single sentence resonates with you wed consider ourselves an inch closer to being one of the few happy people.