1,3,5,7....

All characters and situations are purely out of imagination and resemblances are very much accidental. Eachtime i write something this is how i wish to convince everyone else. But invariably it ends up a big failure. Memories take me back to the days when i worked hours and hours on various permutations and combinations to develop a substitute to the alphabets for a much secure diary note. And never did get disappointed when all my hardwork turned futile when my sister decodes it before i take the next glass of water. Maybe fictions are for the imaginery. Those distinguished few who are blessed with the ability to transmogrify the fastest happening thing - thoughts!. If that wasn't the case the Ruskin Bond's and the M T Vasudevan nair's would have far greater competition.

Ah...the dream to become a writer was not the first of its kind. Shattered was the fantasies of the eight year old when he was boed off by a limited crowd of similar age with a rhythm maybe better than his attempt to emulate the legends composition, turned all in vain. End of the world it seemed until he learnt to caress more perceptible dreams. Maybe he would have recollected the words of advice God gives to every new performer before they are introduced to his favourite theatre. If you help one I credit u good. Helping two you are great,three you are greater still. To come to the aid of four i call you Human.