At 13 he went through the loss of the only person he loves. At a stage when everyone is confused mentally, emotionally, physically- he had to go through a massive heartbreak too, as he threw a handful of soil into his mother’s grave.

His father and his brother did not seemed bothered, like he thought they would be but he had hopped with all his heart that they would show something and that they would prove that they are human.

For a week he stayed shut in his room not moving. In those dark moments even his heartless father had not raised his voice at him but the worse thing was that his father and his brother was now permanently present in there.

His unstable emotions always led him to thinking about dark things, like how badly he wished to join his mother again, or how everything will be much easier if he goes away.

At the end of that dreadful week something happened that made him realize that he was still living. It was probably in the dead of the night when Ari knocked on his window pane wearing black from her head to her toe.

Maybe it was because of how much his mother loved Ari or how Ari always made his mother laugh that he ran to her and cried for the longest time possible. He felt his pain go away a little as he poured out his pain, his worries of facing the world and his father without his mother. She said nothing but calmly wiped off his tears. He felt comforted, something he thought will never happen to him again.