The soil of our country is so fertile. The smell released by dry red soil when touched by the first drops of rain is intoxicating, such is the transition of seasons. These mystical rhythms of nature were inherently captured in the author's mind from childhood. But the elders had strict prohibitions. Writing stories, and poetry was considered taboo for young boys, then. So even if he wanted to, exposing his intellectuality to everyone was difficult. But who can stop the flower bud that wishes to bloom? Thus they were revealed.