Publisher's Synopsis
It is terrifying. A rear-view mirror with fragments of mere incidents and instances of mind-numbing agony. It is terrifying to look at.No matter how hard you try, they would not glue back together to anything that gives you the slightest idea of where you did go wrong. Hence blowing you far far away, way out of your wits' end; life, in all its ill-fitted glory, goes on with its hunt. You, the rattled up prey running away from what comes to haunt you at night. The ruthless faces of your life, grabbing you by your throat, trying to choke the very life out of you. At times the wrath of the hunter is just so unbearable that you lose your bearings. At times, it throws you hard that you are left to wander the world like a lost child. Each time it catches up with you, it brings out a brand-new weapon to torment you till the end of days, as it was intended.
