Payel Srila BanerjeeBetter loved and hated as PSB, the poet loves words and their prettinesses with every ounce of her soul. A rainborn, she had been wearing her heart on her sleeve, until she found someone who stole it from her and has since been doing an awesome job a keeping it beautiful and inspired. Bitten with the bug for all things literary and artistic, since the dawn of time, the poet has been shamelessly gorging on absolute soul food. The menu resplendent with Plath, Gaiman, Joyce, Ray, Manto, Gibran, Rumi. With nearly two decades of both teaching English Literature to wide-eyed, open-mouthed high school and college scholars, and teaching teachers themselves how to teach teachers who would teach teaching, she finally realized that she should let tongue twisters be and take to writing her heart out. You are most likely to find her with animals - wild or otherwise, in a reverie by a river, soul searching in petrichor, in coffee shops having a tough time deciding on the best coffee to suit her moon governed moods when she is not already filling her heart with books. Some of her best memories are of her theatre days, either in the spotlight living entirely different stories, or in the wings telling characters how best they could tell theirs. The poems in this book are more her than she is. They were never intended for print. But now, since they are, she is having a hell of a time containing her exhilaration and nervousness, relying heavily on Mr. Someone for chunky doses of dopamine and serotonin, telling her it will all be okay. She prays for happier hearts and more love in the world. She also makes amazing chamomile tea. Read More Read Less