Laksh's home was not peaceful.
His father was an angry man.
He shouted a lot. Sometimes he hit Laksh's mother.
His mother was a quiet woman.
She cried silently.
She lived only for her son.
Every night she waited for Laksh to come home.
"Beta, eat something," she would say.
"Not hungry," Laksh would reply.
"Are you okay?"
"Please, Maa, don't start again."
He stopped talking to her.
But he talked to Isra for hours.
He ignored the person who loved him the most…
For the person who didn't love him at all.