A book for those who live in between the lines, for those mad mind who play with poetry all day and write prose by the evening. The silly yet significant life that is spent sitting by the table with a pen in hand. The people in love with the cold breeze and the black ink whose love for literature will end only with them and not anytime soone. To such people, I have loved you long enough just as you have loved the letters, the black letters on the white sheet.
