Dear reader, let me bring Vincent Vangogh into my sad 21st century story. He offered his one ear to his lover; I offer my bleeding words. My first story collection 'Vangoginte Chevi' (The Ear of Vangogh) was published when I was doing my post graduation. It's collection of many of my old short stories . Though writer B Murali termed those stories as the new embellishment in the festivity called story writing, I feel that it needed readers' final vote too to be called it so.