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A syllable lasts a second. Eternity is forever. Putting them side by side is a paradox-and that's the point. This book exists in that paradox. It's about mortal experiences-grief, love, doubt-trying to stretch into something eternal. It's about impermanence trying to leave a mark. The book is a kind of grasping. Like trying to hold fog. These poems are an attempt to give shape to things that don't want to be shaped- pain, longing, divinity, absence. The syllables aren't solutions. They're the evidence that I tried. "Syllables of Eternity" is just here to say: here's all I could carry from the abyss. It may be small, but it's real.

Seventeen years into existing, Vaishnavi Alur has learned that silence carries more weight than noise-and she's spent most of her life translating it. She watches Formula 1 with the kind of obsession usually reserved for religion, treats her cat like a sentient roommate, collects sentences like relics, and turns discomfort into poetry without dressing it up. This book wasn't written with ambition. It was written in defense. Of what she felt. Of what she lost. Of what refused to stay buried. Syllables of Eternity is not her debut. It's her aftermath.