A graphic memoir about how easy it is to fall beautifully, ridiculously in love with places that do not always love us back but somehow still save us

On her first night in NYC, Kay Sohini sits on the tarmac of JFK airport making an inventory of all she's left behind in India and realises two things: she’s finally made it to the city that made her via celluloid and prose from across an ocean - Kerouac, Friends, Plath - and that trauma she's endured in her relationship has left gaping holes in her memory.

Here, at last, Kay has room to begin the work of piecing herself together through art and food. But as her story becomes a window onto a mystifying city that is both inhospitable and inspiring, Kay embarks on an electric exploration of how to forge a life of one's own