I HAVE been writing poems and articles since my childhood.Also am reading books from our happyhome library since years.My beloved grandmother (father's mother-Lakshmi her good name) was a Sanskrit scholar and it was she -let me pay homage to her with love and gratitude- who taught me that great Godly Language and introduced me to that wonderful Treasury of ancient Indian Knowledge; which is of course illuminating afresh and NASCENT even today at this Moment; sprouting and blossoming. I was continuing reading and writing during my school and college days. My father, father's brothers were all teachers. Father taught me English, Science and Mathematics. It was he-Kandangath Gangadharan Master- who bestowed everything he had on me and gave me this much strength to think; also to utilize the same in my humble capacity for the well being of my fellow beings.May I gratefully remember my Mother who was silently eloquent in nature.Though not much educated she was, I could gather so many practical knowledge of life from her. Those rays too would have played a prominent role in torching my writing. My Ilayachan (father's brother) and Ilayamma are still healthy and active at the age of 95 and 85 to make me confident. Also above all my dear Pappan- Kandangath Narayanan and Chettan- Kandangath Ravendranadhan (I feel that he was and is with me from the moment of my birth) are thought of for their caressing pat during these years. My Std. 1. teacher- Anne Teacher- is there in my mind's depth of greenery. Lastly but most significantly, the wide, deep and cute Vellattumkulam- (the good old Great Pond is dead now)- that inking my quill elegantly and profusely in engraving my "Nascent Poetry" is being thankfully reminisced.