A windy seashell/ Murmurs in the sand's ears/ Slowly the secret" Mohineet Kaur Boparai's poetry continually presses secrets into the reader's hands, like the sea washing upon the shore. Each poem is a refreshment in the process of waking to beauty and finding newness where a mind once thought pedantry had sunk in. Each passing line is a window onto water our mind wishes to drink. Boparai effortlessly graces the literary palette with as much as it could ever wish to have in one work of poetry. From an elegant voice, in the author's words, "biology and geography come morphed in paint and pigment." The words breathe a new type of oxygen that poetry needs.