I remember in the earlier days one of friends gave me 'The First Teacher' novel by Chingiz Aitmatov.
Loads of enchanting and magical frames in between the lines while reading it...
Friends taught me, how and what to choose for reading.
And it was at that time... Poetry came to find me.
Gradually, I was drawn to the typhoon of poetry.
I tried my hand in poetry in telugu language.
Though urdu is my first language, I am more fluent in telugu.

I cannot recall the first words I ever wrote on the white paper,
but I can visualize the life, passion, release, vision, and anguish that I had on that day.
Today, I know that it does not matter where, when, how, or how well I wrote that day-
what was of significance was the action I undertook in opening a door to an endless path.
As Gulzar saab recited, 'misra Ghalib ka hain aur kaifiyat har ek ki apni apni:
Dil dhoond tha hain phir woh hii fursatke raat din'.

My source of life is:   introspection, people around the planet, friends,   poetry, ghazals, music, literature, and many more…   Professionally, I am software engineer in Silicon Valley,   where I create human friendly systems from dust.