Purvi, I'm really amazed to know that you draw inspiration from Mr. Yeats's lines of making poetry from quarrels...You really are a talented person because finding something so positive like poetry from ups & downs of life is not a task of amateurs.. (As this is what you like to be called.. 😉).However, what was astonishing for me was that you actually think that I have a good command over Hindi... ( Wish I could have met you earlier so that I would have made my Hindi teacher read your comment to actually make her believe that I wasn't too bad in it... as she use to fear that I was good only at my science subjects & not Hindi... 😆 ).As far as my lost interest is concerned (as this is what you called...😆), I would like to mention that I'm still in love with my interest in automobiles & software programming... but yes, your writings do have forced me to spare certain amount of time for something equally creative as Poetry... though if any of my friends read this... I'm sure they would go into "COMA" as according to them, poetry & me are like "two like poles which will always repel each other"... (Guess, I can't silent the geek in me as well.. 😳).Talking about Mr. Yeats, you made me remember some lines from his poetry which I had read in my school days..."Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet,she passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet,she bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on trees,but I, being young & foolish, with her would not agree.In a field by the river my love I did stand,and on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand.She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on weirs,but I was young & foolish, & now I'm full of tears."