About the Author
Janit Gambhir is an author and film maker from India. His past libations of creativity include being a Reiki Master, and a master-trainer for Fire-dancing, Tarot and healing.
In his spare time, you’d probably find him cooking, meditating or doing apothecary things.
About Soot
Soot was originally formed as School of Original Thought, a collective of arts, performance and the esoteric in Mumbai in 2010. Workshops, performances, collaborations and initiations were regular fare with harmonious exchanges of ideas and art forms.The years have groomed and refined, distilled as a clean mirror of the mind.
Extending the vision a dozen years later, Arthat – Mystic Poetry is the first offering as part of the Soot imprint in our new world.
The Soot imprint is a small press advent into the big word world. In so, we will be publishing less than ten titles a year across various genres.
The Soot imprint reflects consciousness, and in so represents the truly engaging and illuminated of perspectives.
Looking to combine the goodness of traditional publishing with the adapted process of contemporary video and audio to our digital age of existence, is the vision we extend.
The latest offering in print is a mythological fantasy called Full circle squared – Archetype of the stars, and it is available in bookstores and sundry.
The next is a treatise of the known stars of the sky across different cultures called ‘Soot of Stars’ and a treatise on the Tarot.
Watch this space.
Apart from publishing, Soot today is geared at divination, creative content and film, with several projects announced shortly.
Alternatively you can mail us – soot@fullcirclesquared.com
If you are a bookstore and would like to stock our books, use the contact form or email.
A coat of quotes and passing poetry
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There is an inertia to love, there syllables slip and meaning flits. Where the heights of one exist in the depths of the other. Like some parts of one have to see the eyes of the other. 
Sheer want of affection cannot scratch that surface. Just as token existence outside of posterity cannot derive outside of its tether. So when do ideas and form meld, just as eternity catches up the ages to contemplation’s slight tilt of the head. The inner fire always deigns to speak, when the wind comes calling.
What in event bears the signature of the universe, rearing to get your attention? The motif to outshine the conscious motive.
But a state of inertia is no fit place for a discourse. So this course turns, like a tightened corset tug, kneading the reins to re-enter the boundless night.
Proof of love is in the other. It calls for no other ensign.
But for a lover, that is never enough. And identity toils, and form reappears to make its foil. Syllables catch their caches of words and attributes identify their adjectifying constitutes. Grammar makes itself out to call time.
The tertiary makes inertia. And its measure not without its trial. Attestation to bridge the subjective, and requite to meet its respite.
Parables compete with aphorisms and silence extends to after thought.
Laughter is sought, giggles a universal type-set to calm home, the feeling hones to recognise its marker, like a horse with no name, sure-footed yet to a mystic muse. Until enthuse articulates enough felt to call the same.
Travails of consciousness shadow ancient histories like a mystery in aim.
Like every other, hears a pond of empathetic acclaim. Despite and unlike any.
Consciousness, love and the Fool.
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