I am a writer in my own right; I write notes about every figment of emotion that excites my ego. I observe random nooks and crannies of people, behaviour and society at large; I form my own views about them much to a critic’s delight. I build my own reserve of clichés that I identify in untouched cues of human behaviour and I am steadfast to avoid them in the way I do things. I gauge tomorrow’s outcome in today’s light, probably that’s why am limited to rational set of thinking. I weave silent soliloquies with Almighty and that’s how I indoctrinate my own private spiritual being. I was a kid that walked the bylanes of the old-fashioned Mohalla, and I am the adult who mapped the ur