From the very day, I was in teenage I was not aware of the jumbling thoughts playing hide and seek inside me. Subsequently I noticed a kind of attraction for poetries getting developed. I found my pen in contemplation and lost in scribbling down imaginations on blank papers. As if words are in hurry to be disguised inside the aesthetic sense of poetry. Of course, there was loads of inspiration from my father for whom I could sense that love for literature. And also, my few dearest friends who always keep igniting that passion in me. Really grateful to the man behind my existence, my true inspiration, my family and those friends for their encouragement and heartening.