Read Me is simply a lyric to your vagrant tune, words to your thoughts, a photograph of your imagination, a wishful shape of your memories. We read several books, some of them enter a deeper level within us at the risk of getting replaced by a different book with a better concept to grasp or relate. This book doesn't fall in any of these categories. Why? It's because the expressions in this book are a part of us, they reside within. We live with or near –  you, me and all. The author of this book isn't the only creator but the contribution falls under the hands of every creature, alive or dead.