The Pendulum Petals

Dear Reader,

This book is a tale between paradoxes.
It is for those who find symmetry in opposites

A decade of dreams, pressed beneath time's patient weight, Begins to stir the morning Laya finds the letter Left on her dressing table, unassuming yet impossible to ignore. Penned in a hand nearly forgotten, its words reach past memory's edge, Tugging at something older than understanding. What she reads doesn't simply pose questions-It repositions the sky she thought was hers. Breath stalls. Thought stumbles. The world leans sideways. In search of something unnamed, Laya slips through borrowed selves- Drawn by feelings too vast to name. And here, where sensation unravels into symbol and shape, The metaphors arrive-unbidden, exact.

Yours Pen-tale Pal,
Gayathri