The book, Wanderings, Windows, and White Paper, is not a storybook but a book of stories, poems, and a few drawings. Each of the stories is unique, but they connect to translate a wholesome idea of oneness. The plot and the presentation are simply incredible. The characters are nameless, known along the story as per their activities or simply as wanderers. They show up themselves to share a thought, a very new one, and ignite a new set of thought waves that refresh the whole thinking process of the reader instantly. A hidden potency in each sentence to recharge the reader with a gentle jolt is notable. The whole book celebrates the aloneness as the hidden source of power generation, mentioned throughout the book as ones own Self or Presence. The language is purely unique, original, not from the intellect nor of the heart or of the mouth, but intuitively poetic. A philosophical travelogue, a well-knit mystic bunch of short stories in a single thread of experiencing, with the fragrance of compassion that takes the reader away from the entangling hands of lines and space to a settled pause. And throws light on the beauty and courage, up on the midroadmoving.
