I am alone and I know it. In absolute form every entity stands on its own. I have no income from last decade. I have been living on my parent’s income along with my family, a wife and a daughter. They are retired and I don’t have any income yet. I have written six books, but I have not managed to sell a single copy. We were living in a lush government quarter. My dad retired as a professor in city’s most prestigious college and department. He was a professor of Hindi, until he retired. But I find his literary knowledge limited and vague. I have studied philosophy in as much depth as I could. I have also a bachelor’s degree in engineering, then a master’s degree in philosophy. But hardly anyone cares for what I have written or what I have to say. I wrote my first book in English. Not even my parents read it. Then I wrote five books in Hindi to explain them what I wished to say. Still I don’t think they understand me. Here are some of those books in order. Read them and analyse where I failed as a Son, as a father, as a husband and what not!