<p><strong style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>A beautifully illustrated prose poetry collection exploring womanhood healing and the delicate tensions of identity in contemporary India.</strong></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>Stepping into a breezy and colourful piece </span><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>reading this book is more like getting to know a person.&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>The exchange of pleasantries at the start with dainty conversations that refrain from straying too far. Building a careful foliage of words that soften into laughter and a crisscross of comfortable questions.&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>The rough puzzle pieces slowly fit together as you stumble across parts they keep hidden from the daylight. Cracks in their initial flawlessness that never fail to surprise you.&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>And after you get to know them with their joys regrets and stubborn quirks and wonder how it aligns with your own they stay by your side.&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Hopeful. Vulnerable. With every guard down. Waiting to see if you would accept them as a whole.&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>And that is what </span><em style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>the dictionary of flowers</em><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> will do to you. Stay with you while you get to know the entire picture. And wait. And wait for you to make your final choice.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></p><p></p>