Unable to cope with the trauma of her father's death and the loss of her first love, Anne left Goa for Mumbai. Two years on, it was time to move again. She is now in Singapore, enjoying her 'NRI' status and writing reports for a consultant firm. Anne writes prose but her heart beats poetry. Her uncle Francis thinks she is a terrible poet and her new found love Karan -a literary agent- shuns all poetry, but Anne's one ambition in life is to have her poetry published. Even as she wavers between India and Singapore, between old friends and new, and tries to cope with a boss whom she can't stand, she chronicles her slightly confused thoughts in the form of a diary. But what does author P.G.Bhaskar have to do with any of this? For decades, P.G.Bhaskar did all the accepted things. He completed his chartered accountancy, made a career of banking, wrote freelance articles for a newspaper and wrote a couple of fiction books with a bit of corporate background. Then he seems to have lost his head. At the age of 48, he decided to enter the mind of a 24 year old girl; a poet at that. Was this a rash act a recipe for disaster? Or an act of rebellion that lends itself to interesting, even intriguing possibilities? Well, there's only way to find out.