I am outright shattered by this masterpiece. The story was beautiful yet so tragic that I can’t find any words to describe how I’m feeling right now. It made me think of myriads of “if” things: Will the ending have changed if the mother hadn’t practically abandoned her children? Will the suffering of Lochan/Maya could have been alleviated if they had asked for help? What would the lives of the five siblings be like if those two hadn’t confessed their love for each other?

The author captured the emotional conflicts of the characters of all ages undoubtedly well, especially that of Lochan, the feeling of suffocation by harsh realities and constant rushing fear. I felt as if I was the one feeling so.