The word is a free bird, and it is not possible to cage it within the departments of literature or languages. The word belongs to all and to nobody. You may groom too wild a word in the classroom, but you cannot give birth to it there. World is nature, human nature at its moments of awakening. Thus, though Romen Basu has pursued an entirely disparate discipline in life than the plough of the pen, he nevertheless has been driven by inner necessity to cast into words his awakenings to consciousness. A brush with the larger reality throws up brighter sparks, and by and by the circumference of our vision widens.