It was 1984. With the start of a Makara morning on January 15th, I touched this beautiful earth with my first cry. That was a famous 'Makara Jyothy' day, a very special one in Sabarimala mythology, and hence I was named 'Jyothy'. I enjoyed growing up in and with Aluva, having my schooling in Nirmala EMHS and college education in St. Xavier's college for Women in my native place. From my post matric days, I got inclined to the world of literature which made me close to it with my graduation and post graduation in the subject. Along with my studies and my main job as a lecturer in English, I didn't fail to take on my craze of media with my part-time anchoring, production and radio presentation. But all these times, I had my words with me, carving its clusters here and there, every now and then, making me feel what I really had to feel inside. My words showed me my real self along with its real desires and deep thoughts. And that has brought me here to find my 'pen in the clouds'...