We, writers, are lucky people. Even if we are not read by anyone, it is enough for us to write. A book is said to be a window for readers to the world, but firstly it is a window for the writer himself. It is a window through which he takes fresh air when his surrounding is suffocating. It is a window through which he escapes, when he is inprisoned in a situation. It is a magic window which travels him to places where he cannot and perhaps he will never be able to go either.