Why do you feel like staying in every place all at once?
Why do you call yourself a wanderlust?
why in the air you feel so plenty, like inside you there is a whole universe?
This book is the answer to all these qualms.

Filled with marbles and stones, dust and hearts of everyone you know
A sky possessing birds flying freely like witches in their broom
knowing all the enchantment fearlessly fluttering around.
You meandering is a form of devotion,
as you are fascinated by the unfolding of nature.
Eternal may be a falsehood we want to live,
wanderers have no home to visit.

EVEN WHEN I KNEW I LEFT MY DWELLING WITHOUT LOOKING BACK AT IT.
-RIYA SHAH (RAY)