I. find it pleasantly surprising that even towards the end of August, I should smell of April; an April that smells of marigolds, of snow, of the river and that mountain…an April in me that smells of Caroline. With these opening lines, the eight stories, beaded along in these pages, treat the reader to a curiously vast panorama of humanity. ‘Album of human emotions in all its diversity….sure to leave the reader wanting more’ The Asian Age ‘Bard from the hills’ The Times Of India (Supplement) ‘Each story brings forth a unique element of discovery which keeps one engaged and reading till the end…a maturely written work of art’ Siddharth Kak ‘…language is poetic, words carefully sifted and imagination on a rich flight’ The Tribune