"More than a stunning debut. It is the announcement of a bold new literary voice"
—Stephen Chbosky, author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower

I start walking on a road. A long and winding road. When I set out, I don’t know where the journey is going to end, or how long it’s going to take to get there. I don’t know how the weather’s going to be outside. I don’t know what I will see on the way. I don’t know, who my fellow travelers are going to be. I don’t even know, why I am walking! Well, the point is, I know very little apart from the fact that, I just have to keep walking.

And so I walk. And along the way, I see many wonderful, crazy, beautiful, horrid, fun, strange and new things. Sometimes, I break into a little jog, Sweat it out. At other times, I am just strolling. There are days, when the weather is just perfect. Warm sun shining on my shoulder, wind in my hair. And then there are days, when it’s overcast and raining. Sometimes I stop on the way. Sit down on a bench, admire the view. And on other days I am just too eager to get to the next pit stop. Yes, there are pit stops. Crossroads. When I get there I get to decide, which road I will take next. Sometimes, I take a road, because I really want to… and other times, because I know that’s the easier way. And I set out again. Sometimes, I pat myself on the back on having taken that road and sometimes I regret it.