Darsh was tired.
Tired of everything — more than his disease, more than his pain.
He was tired of his mother, who never once tried to understand how he really felt.
Tired of his father, who never loved his family the way a man should.
Tired of himself, for always pretending to be okay.
But maybe… it wasn't even his fault.
He grew up watching his mother suffer because of his father. He used to gamble ,beat his mother and blamed her for giving birth to such useless child(Darsh).
And in her own pain, she blamed Darsh — just to feel better about herself.
She would apologize later, of course.
But it always felt fake.
Just like everything else.
So Darsh learned to fake it too.
To smile when he was breaking.
To act fine when he wasn't.
He couldn't find meaning in life.
He couldn't find happiness.
And peace… peace felt like a dream that belonged to other people.
So this time — with one year left — he decided to live for himself.
He picked up the phone and called his mom.
He told her he wouldn't be coming home for vacation.She got angry and asked, "Why?" then he smiled and said "Take care mom goodbye" which makes her more angry.
But He just ended the call, quietly before she could've said anything more.
Then he packed his bags and left in the last train to Shillong.
To find peace and Some kind of meaning of life.To find some kind of purpose which makes him live all these 22 years.
when he reached there he noticed his wallet went missing. It must've been stolen when he was sleeping in the train he thought to himself.
So he went to station's nearby hotel as he had only some money in his account.
That's when he met her —
The girl who saved herself.