I am the Voices that you are is a book in which the poet speaks of a past, a present and a future in the city of  'Suhaag Nagri, On the map, renowned as Firozabad, Wares in Aasmani, Gulabi, Ferozi, Abounds in plenty in this City of Glass.'

In this city, lives She and Her stories lovingly collected, 'Frail as loose plaster, Yet strong as a summer squall. She idolized the larger than life, Wan water-colour, a portrait, Mellowed with age, Of a man much older than her.'

And of now, She says:

Once upon a time

When I could breathe

Sing and dance

Unfettered, unmasked,

Until

Overwhelmed

Nemesis took over.

But yet from her being sounds the trumpet:

I am alive because you cried.

Pick it up, it's that kind of a book!

-Papri Sen Sri Raman is a journalist, poet, writer and translator. Her books include a historical novel, Song of India and Jayalalithaa—A Journey.