What happens when a banker-cum-project financier juggling with debt, equity, financial modelling and ROIs suddenly re-discovers her long lost penchant for poetry? My journey of self discovery for the last six odd months culminates in gazals and nazms which haunt with the moorings of nostalgia of the years bygone, which meander through love in the troubled times, and most importantly; which try to stoke a fire within on issues affecting our lives and times- the ever so widening communal divide, the agony of belonging to the so called 'lesser' sex which is shown her place time and again, the rampant rumour mongering of the 'fake news' variety, the helplessness of a farmer driven to suicide and so on. The language- Hindi with a fair sprinkling of Urdu words to go effortlessly with the flow of the genre but the kinds that do not drive you to the footnotes. Hope these baby steps taken at the wrong side of forties find favour with poetry lovers!