Returning from the colorful, warm, and cozy embrace of family in India to the cold, windy, and dim West, I’m left with a familiar hollowness. It always makes me wonder—why do we sacrifice time with family, with loved ones? And each time, the same quiet answer eventually emerges from within: that this hollowness creates space for me—to become, to paint my own colors, carved out of sorrows, sacrifices, and compromises.
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