For some, life is a journey that is uphill both ways. And sometimes, many times, it has very little to do with their own choices, but rather a matter of dealing with the hand they were dealt.

Advik sits crossed-legged, alone in the dark in the corner of his bedroom. He can hear his grandmother snoring softly on the other side of the blanket that divides his small space from hers.

Prisha is dreaming. It’s a pleasant dream; founded in truth, but old truth. A truth from times long past. From the days when smiles and laughter were commonplace for Prisha. When she was young and in love and the future had held the naïve hope that blind love often brings. When her husband was still her husband. When her husband was still alive.

Most of us have probably heard this saying at some point in our lives. The words were penned by Thomas Gray, a 17th Century poet when he wrote ‘Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eaton College.