All these characters attach me to five different cities, namely Dhanbad,
Varanasi, Moscow, Delhi and Berlin.

In Dhanbad I spent my childhood under strict observations of my mother.
In Varanasi I enjoyed my freedom.
In Moscow I have broken one or other barriers put on my life path.
In Delhi I collected my whole strength to leave my country once again,
but onmy own behalf.
Since 1986 I am living in Berlin.
I never thought in 86 ,that I am saying “good-bye” to India for ever.
 Then very further year brought a gap regularly between my country and me.

My Mother always wanted that I should prove myself as the best one.
But I did not owe this capability. I should have committed it
and told her straightway, but I did not do it.
I did not know in that age that the truth
possesses a very aggressive character,
especially when you refuse it or deny it or ignore it.
I started escaping from its aggressiveness. As a result soon
developed a strangeness in between Pramod and me.
And I myself developed later on in a splitted personality.
My mother used to name some children to taunt me.
According to her they were better than me.
It was a very big problem for her but not for me.
I had nothing against them. But when I was left alone
 I used to compare them with me on several levels.
I started looking in their personal lives.
With the time this habit has become a part of my nature.

This is my introduction.

In fact we ourselves do not write stories. They are written by our life,
but dictated and narrated by our fate.
Since our birth, our life holds a pen and our fate starts dictating.
What our fate tells our life keeps on writing without any comment and compliment.
All these characters in front of you are known to me.
I have shared them in my life and have gone a short  or long distance with them.
They may have other names in the stories,
but when I miss them I call them with their right names.