It sits before me and I embrace it a little, With care, it was held and it might just be brittle The sleek body my hand slithers upon, Those 6 strings with time had withered along.

The popular belief is that parents whose children leave the country are miserable and it’s almost as if their lives come to a standstill. But the actual reality is slowly changing from this age-old narrative. Parents reveal that they don’t actually mind their children living overseas and some even claim that they are enjoying the freedom and the lack of responsibility they get by living on their own.

I am trying to reach to the other side of the greyish brown river which is slowly engulfing me from the inside. My body seems to be strapped with something; I don’t remember anything of it and that didn’t even matter for now. I just wiggle hard to escape out for fresh air but all I can take in is the impure water.