I started imagining at a very early age itself, that is, at my tenth year I think. I imagined my own stories after hearing stories from my friends, teachers and my parents. All my imaginations used to be similar to the stories I have heard. That imagination gave me a sort of happiness.
At my twelfth year, I have imagined my own story without basing on any other story. I wrote that also and sent it to a children’s magazine. But it was not published. I disappointed a lot indeed. I thought it would be published without fail as that story was that much good for me. But I did not stop. I w more...