"There is no old self to get back to there's a new you to create and nurture...................."

As the night deepened, a quiet stillness settled over the room. The rhythmic hum of the ceiling fan was the only sound that filled the silence between them. Vatsal, lying on his back now, stared up at the ceiling, his mind whirling with thoughts. Despite the calm of the moment, he felt a slight buzz of excitement mixed with something unfamiliar—a feeling that kept him wide awake.