“I am who I am. I do not know where I come from. Not that I have forgotten I have willingly given up the past that slits your throat little and little, for not every childhood deserves a different settings. But as I say this, my blood boils in agony, only compounding. There is so much hate seeped in my heart, I feel agitated, violated, discriminated. I have taken my revenge, and I have to finish myself for it’s the I who is ‘me’, and the ‘me’ in me is trapped in a strange psychotic situation. Poonam take the kids and go to your mother’s house, for all memories that deepen with time, you presume you can get away from them. But you forget some lanes do not end, it forces you to be in quest until later you do not have the strength to return again. I have reached a point of no return.”