God's Answer
The mix of dark sky reflections and the night lights of Mumbai cast a strange magic across the sleeping city. From above, everything looked calm and peaceful. The noise of the day seemed to fade into small golden lights. It felt relaxing, even healing. But behind every lit window and closed door, there was a different story. On close view, some homes were full of laughter that made the rooms feel warm. Some were silent, broken only by the buzz of phone notifications. Some held anger, sadness, and words that were never spoken. In a city of millions, every small light carried its own story. Tonight, we step into one such home inside an old, tall building. Here begins the story of a boy who is about to learn a hard but important truth about life. The apartment was dark. In the bedroom, two adults slept peacefully. But from the hall came a soft, shaky sound… someone was crying. There, in front of a wooden pooja stand filled with nearly twenty Hindu god photos, sat a young teenager, Markand...