"How do we live When our pain does not dissipate? Is the heart a vector, or is it woven by swift hands on the night before we are born? Have you ever loved someone so deeply that you changed species to become a flower? Reading Ankur Kalra\'s Ibadah, poems of love, desire, loss and passion, new and stirring questions about the soul\'s journey as a beloved arise, perhaps, in the reader\'s being.
That these poems are written by an interventional cardiologist, someone who has touched what for so. "How do we live When our pain does not dissipate? Is the heart a vector, or is it woven by swift hands on the night before we are born? Have you ever loved someone so deeply that you changed species to become a flower? Reading Ankur Kalra\'s Ibadah, poems of love, desire, loss and passion, new and stirring questions about the soul\'s journey as a beloved arise, perhaps, in the reader\'s being
