Presently, I m reading 'The Great Gatsby' for the nth time. I never cease to be amazed at how contemporary it seems.

It apprises us of the world of 40s in New York, but what is surprising is that humans have remained the same through ages, recklessly playing with love, people and desires, yet taking refuge in money when a chance of being taken to task arises.

Humanity and its quirks interest me.