It's been a long time I have written something with a free mind. Long before when i was a sweet, naughty kid who fell in love for the first time got too emotional with his first novel and first crush. I was in eighth standard that time and just had completed my first novel "David copperfield by Charles Dickens", filed with adventures of a run-away kid, an optimistic, diligent, persevering and a protagonist character. It hit me hard and I was blinded. I started my own adventure in my own virtual world and started putting them in strings of words. Dickens in me wrote night and day, leaving all homework and studies behind. My mother got worried. Like all the madness it had to stop one day. Similarly my ship hit an iceberg when i came to know that she liked somebody else.