As her mind entangles with the yellowish pages of lonelorn library book, her soul sips into dungeons of the mystic lanes of new york where Sylvia,her enchanting muse is seated in a bureau office inspecting some old files with precision in a placid corner of bustling crowd, she is being watched by a toad standing at the balcony over her brownish red loosely tied bun sipping aromatic mocha with a habitual dunk of an Oreo