I love words, languages and most of all, literatures - mostly because these are what have proved to be my most valiant saviours in the darkest days of my life, well at least, up to now. 

It is strange how, I've been thinking more and more of late that I should finally get down to putting all the characters running around insistently in my head (or dreams or imagination or real life - they have a way of running into one another, they do) down on print - but now that I've taken this teeny-weeny little step, the words seem to come slow. Almost hesitantly. Lazily. 

Either way, this is a gentle step, gingerly taken on erstwhile untravelled paths to uncover, invoke and pay tribute to the wayside shrines that continue to light my journeys.