One fine evening, when I was 10 years old, I watched my shadow in the candlelight and was disturbed by the fact that I couldn’t manipulate it to move in directions unlike which I took myself, although the shadow belonged to me. In my first fiction I had given that freedom to my shadow. That became the preoccupation with everything I wrote. I created realms in which the possibilities are infinite; interpretations – manifold. I browsed through the libraries to search all the different limitations from which I could break free in my writings. Allusions were slowly incorporated into my writings. But I still confess of writing through my instincts more than I ever do through my introspection.