What is the reason for attempting to write stories...

In my childhood, often we used to visit our native place. It was an ideal small village and my grandparents house was situated right in front of a National Highway that connected two important cities in that region. It was calm, beautiful village with a small river at the end of the village. Most of the people there were ignorant about the happenings outside that place. (But now it is totally upside down. Thanks to the telephone and cable TV network). In one way the village lost its glory.

Let me come back. Just before going to bed, when I was a small kid, my grandfather used to tell me stories. I think it was common during those times for the grandparents to tell stories in the night to their grandchildren. As I was their first grandchild, I had more privilage than others. Most of the stories that he told was self-composed. A wide range of stories from Kings and their Kingdoms, Amimals and thier kingdom, Villagers, Farmers, their lives, etc. etc.

Some of the stories are scary-haunted houses, witches, demons, giants-most of which resembles Harry Potter stories.

That was during my childhood. As I grew up, I got chances to read fictitous stories of various stories both in my mother-tounge and english. Sometimes after reading the story, I have felt that even I can write such stories. . And now I feel that the right time has come to start the same.

Whenever I get time, I will stuff this blogspot with stories, stories and stories...