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We love 'self' most. Whatever be our activity, whatever we do or whatever we think - everything includes 'self'. Self revolves around our achievement, our failure. May be this is how love is also oriented about us.

We love to play with our memories - specifically the sad ones. And when remembering those sad incidents of our past we actually cherish them. They makes us feel sad and we get utmost pleasure criticizing ourselves. My effort in this poetry book is to dig up those precious pebbles down the memory lane - may be the reader will relate same.