It is through these poems one moves toward a distant fire. These poems written in different soul’s spaces appear more in dreams than in the flesh, which holds Sarangi’s life signs firmly. Redolent with love, life, history and longings the half-confession knocks at multiple corridors of social faiths and hearts. Messengers of the old spirits, uniformed in yellow Sarangi’s poems are the tapestry of lost whiteness of yesterday and the rivers of voices tomorrow.