When I was little, around 3, my mom heard me reciting a poem.
It was a poem unfamiliar to her, so she started listening carefully,
and, as soon as she realized that I am making it up on the spot,
she grabbed a pen and paper and wrote it down.
It is called “Oh, cloud, my cloud”, and to this day I occasionally
read it to remind my self of my humble and funny beginnings.
Anyway, today I write and read on a day to day basis. I studied
literature and language of my own country, and now I am
expanding my reading horizons to Europe and further.
Still feel like I don’t have enough experience to take on
Eastern literature, but I am getting there.