Description of the book
 
Our true self stays hidden from all, but from one entity, The only entity to whom we reveal our naked souls in Through endless conversations with it, this entity becomes
all its entirety.
the bare foundation of our identity,
An entity we modestly call, our conscience.
This book here encompasses 20 such conversations neatly swaddled and presented as poems. Poems of a memory, of a feeling, of a thought, of
emotions, and of love. Poems as random as the conversations I have with my conscience. Random yet profoundly prominent to my existence.