More than a choice, writing and painting have been a necessity for me ever since I remember. When it came to choosing a profession, a profession, a short excursion to an Art’s Academy ended with the conclusion that, neither did I appreciate being guided in my artistic expression nor where the fine arts likely to ever offer me a fine living. I studied languages and became a translator instead. Alas, the same idea frustrated me; while it is a kingly act to make two people who share no language understand each other, all the translator does is, convey other’s words. Not his own. I wanted to go my own way; I started to write…and never stopped painting.