Description of the Book:
 
Something started holding the invisible hand towards an imagination, a belief that kept every wave away, a hope that let every storm pass, a heart whose stubbornness made it difficult to forget the imagination, a promise that stopped the breathing of time and the moon always gleamed to remind me of the promise which was made momentarily once, with passing time it got engraved so deep that night silence turned into an echo. Every thought is hungry for sedimentation, and each part of the soul is desperate for eternity. You are the shore, the imagination, the shadow, the dream, the destination, and the eternity. you are being hidden inside the petals of a lotus bud to be safe and secure. The voyage must continue even if chances of eternity don't even exist. someday the voyage will be over, I'll be lost inside the ocean, maybe the shore will disappear or the shadow will be lost. Still, the whisper of my heart will turn into a migratory bird that will fly towards you but it won't tell you about its pain, its waiting, and its devotion it will only sing the song it sang for you every moment.