This is a book can be thumbed through in an afternoon when you are chilling at a café, or at a sleepless night after working late. You can see me as a close friend who is exchanging toasts and getting tipsy with you.

The stories may not be beautiful, but thank God the world is. I know we are leading lives of great difference. However, I do believe you can see yet another facet of the life that's not accessed by you from my stories. A facet just like wines at night, dewy flowers in the morning, plain yet real, beautiful yet heartbreaking.

With luck my stories are to be continued, with luck your solitude will end.