This is an assembly of musings on the go. The sequence of thoughts are reflections of author's
different phases of life. One day he fondly recalls his childhood pets, the other day he may be
searching for an existential answer. The canvas keeps changing, from the present to a flashback into
his past and catapults to the unknown future.
The narration is unpretentious, and straight from the heart. The reader can relate to his simple
narrative style when he talks about his childhood school, or the incident when the dacoits of
Nawada had actually apprehended him. There are instances from his college days, when he
experienced selling ice cream on the Mulchand flyover, or thoroughly enjoyed his field excursions.
Or, how he recalls his pillion riders!
In mall onder, he salutes our home makers, in unsung hero he praises his barber Ramu. He portrays
a righteous man of principle, in tailor Srivastav. We can actually feel that he was humbled at the way
he narrates a humbling experience.
In life o meter, he draws a parallel between a car's fuel indicator and our lifespan! Sometimes he's
exasperated, at the way we're heading towards a wired society. He raises questions on the true
meaning of life. There is optimism, there are simplified narratives on tackling day to day chores,
where he draws inspiration from his technical background.
He's lost some extremely dear ones and his closing lines 'your Topse is all alone' touches one and all.