Episode 1: The Prologue
The conversation between that father and his younger son had heated up that night. Mother was sobbing in the corner of that 8 x 8 sq.ft. kitchen-cum-bedroom space, filled with a Godrej almirah having a broken glass, an iron casted rack to keep plates and pans, a kerosene stove- their need in an emergency, kept on the floor. The conversation didn’t seem to end without any result that day, because the father was drunk and the son fed-up, not of his father’s drinking, but of himself. “Don’t you want to go to school? Don’t you want to be someone?” Father shouted while staring angrily in those moist but stubborn eyes of his son. “I am asking you something. Don’t be a stone. Answer me.” His voiced raised more. The elder brother was standing in the room outside. He didn’t know what to do at that moment. “Look at your elder brother. Eat his shit to learn something from him. You cannot even be compared with his nails.” Father was about to burst into cry. The choking and tumbling v...