I bought this book, a collection of poems by Nivedita N, on the day of its launch. Thought I'll read one or two a day. I couldn't put the book down until I reached the last page. Nivedita's poems have a mesmerizing quality. "Read me! Explore the magic of life and beyond..." they call out. Be it the mundane or the Divine, there is a touch of magic. I mourn afresh for a lost State "As AP Dies"; feel "Sitae's" pain as if it were my own; cheer Nivedita's father, who dared to go against outdated norms "In the Land of Krishna"; wet my heart in the waves created by "Draupadi and Krishna"; salute "The Artist Beggar" and the "Middle Class Poet"; chuckle over a cup of "Tea (Chai)"; long for the life of "Gattu"; and let my mind wander through a nostalgic trip of childhood to "House No 4, Street Number Ten". As I close the book, I smile and resolve to prioritize my inner child. Nivedita's words continue to echo in my heart: "To reminisce what we lost when we embarked to gain..."