This book in your hands is a person itself. Blood, sweat, heart of a person. Experiences and observations of a person. This book is broken pieces of mirror of a person entangled with love, depression, culture, religion, family, home, acceptance, survival and you. This book is a memoir of a person who no longer exists. A past that is gone now, a person whose existence has been wiped out but her name still remains in the sky surrounding her hometown. A body that has only learnt self-acceptance and personal growth for the past year and still shivers to step out at times, still cries herself to sleep on some nights. A body that has learnt only to move forward and walk with time. This book is bruised heart and crushed ribs of a person who still sings songs of self-love. This book is all of us trying to survive life. This book is all of us.