‘Life is like a warm breeze that carries the redolent of spring, the colors that transmute the sky from dusk till dawn. A small water drop that just landed on a wild flower to tell its story from a long itinerary. But I’m an indigent goldfish that is floundering helplessly in this tiny bowl enveloped by hollow plastic plants and just gazing at this beautiful world; a Xanadu. I can’t be a part of it.’ A visual poem portraying an existential struggle.