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Hello?

Hello.

I get a lot of negative thoughts these days.

What kind of negative thoughts?

I feel like jumping from the top of a building.

Since when do you have these thoughts?

A week, the more I think about it, the more I am determined to do it.

Sir, Can we do a video call?

No, sorry, don't want a video call…

Talk to me once, maybe you'll feel better?

Risk Assessment?

Hello? Hello?

I feel like slitting my throat.

I can see blood flowing out of me,

When I see the ceiling fan, I feel like vomiting

because I can see a rope knot hanging from the ceiling.

I want to kill myself.

Sir…

But after a while,

I'm able to calm down and the storm seems to have passed.

This happens quite often, I can't understand how to deal with it.

Is this the first time you're feeling like this?

No, happens quite often

Sir can I send someone from our centre to meet you?

No No I don't want to meet anyone; I just want to kill myself.

Show me the risk assessment.

So, listen... sometimes there's more coming.

So, listen carefully.

Yes

Hello Hello,

suicide prevention centre?

♪♪

Whoa, what a lovely voice, lets die like Romeo and Juliet?

♪♪

Why didn't you block the caller?

Ma'am, but if this same caller needs our help in the future,

we should be available right?

Sure, but what if a genuine caller can't reach us

because we're busy attending to a prank caller?

In such a case, always block.

But Ma'am?

Block it.

Yes Ma'am.

Okay so we're done for the day.

♪♪

Aliah you have great scope,

but too much emotion will not only kill the caller,

it'll also kill you.

Okay?

Okay.

If a certain call is disturbing, or important

from a training point of view, we'll do a downloading session

after the call.

So, we'll just go through

what has happened and what you felt during the call.

Okay?

Okay so now I think you should just go home and relax.

All the best.

Thank You ma'am Mamta ma'am.

I won't let you down.

I saw the face of love once

Saved by her warm embrace

I let myself go

Now love has bloodshot eyes and scars on her face

And she winces When I come close

I don't know how to love anymore

I don't know how to wake in the morning

I don't know how to cry anymore

I don't know how to feel anything

Now I am a shadow smoking cigarettes by her grave

Tasting bitter drinks of golden gloom

A man in a hooded cloak says if I just follow him

He'll give my soul an empty room

I don't know how to love anymore

It's my first day Today.

I'm really scared.

This time I won't let you down.

Sorry.

I love you.

I don't like

When people type with too many question marks you see

It makes me panic

My voice of reason has a good vocabulary

I don't like

When people type with too many question marks you see

It makes me panic

My voice of reason has a good vocabulary

And the Values and ideals

I used to once abhor Are the only things holding together

My superego and my id At war

And the Values and ideals

I used to once abhor Are the only things holding together

My superego and my id At war

Said my Life is difficult let's not get into it now

I told her

So I

Live in the present and compartmentalize my life into folders

These are those who listen.

That's Gouri Dange.

She speaks Marathi, Hindi English, Gujrati, Tamil Malayalam.

Nadi, Nadi Palshikar.

She's our senior most. Veteran.

Anjum Qureshi.

That's Pallavi Ullal.

Thanks, Pallavi.

Aliah you need to read those rules.

It's mandatory.

Always remember these rules. Okay?

Hum Sunenge Suicide Prevention helpline.

How May I help you?

Madam, If I sing you a romantic song, will you listen?

I,

Ashwin Mathur,

am taking my own life of my own accord.

No one else is responsible for this.

I'm not under any kind of pressure.

Fuck Diwali.

Fuck it.

You have no experience.

Sir, can you please tell me your name? What's your name?

Since when have you been doing this?

Can you please tell me your name sir?

So much panic?

How long have you been at this job?

Sir, please can you tell me your name?

My name is Arjun.

What's yours?

Sir, I'm Insiyah.

Insiyah.

How old are you?

Sir, what are you feeling right now?

Stupid.

It feels like you think I'm stupid.

You want to know all about my personal life, but

you can't even tell me your age?

Sir. Sir.

Please try and understand.

I work for ''Hum Sunenge helpline centre''

and I don't think it's necessary to share anything personal on calls…

I won't be able to give you personal details.

- Oh come on - Sir sir?

Relax. Call back from the landline.

♪♪

♪♪

Hello? Sir, thank you for taking my call.

First day?

Yes sir.

Sir, can you please tell me

why you have this urge to end your life today?

Would you tell me?

Humans seem to want to become Immortal right?

They do so many things to that effect. Form a company, create art, have kids?

Sir, I'm sorry If I said something wrong.

Sir are you okay?

I couldn't save her.

I'm a failure.

So, this is only fair.

- I'm trying to do a video call. - Okay.

This is only fair.

Sir, can you…

- Did he end the call? - Yes.

Try calling him from the landline.

♪♪

Hello

♪♪

Sir, what are you feeling right now?

You're smart.

You've understood that I'm an emotional person.

Good move.

It seems like you feel what you say.

That's good.

And you also know what effect your words have on the other person.

Sir, can you please tell me

what are you feeling right now?

Have you seen Silence of the lambs?

♪♪

You need to answer my question to get an answer in return.

Quid pro Quo.

So why are you working in suicide prevention?

I understand.

You lost someone? Okay.

Sir, do you like the food served outside Mosques?

Which Mosque do you like visiting for the food served outside it?

Do you smoke?

No.

It won't do to just answer questions. The answers also need to be true.

I noticed in the video call that you're a smoker.

Your lips give away that you smoke.

Sir, I won't be able to share my personal details with you.

♪♪

See you smoke, you messaged that you smoke.

Yes sir.

Should we take a cigarette break on the video call.

♪♪

''Mamta ma'am hates it.'' To hell with Mamta Ma'am!

Sir, tell me which mosque you like for the street food sold outside it?

Mohammed Ali road.

But I stay far away from there.

That was a nice try.

Nice try.

So why don't you yourself tell me

where our rescue team can come to talk to you in person?

No No, please no. I don't want to talk…

I have no intention of speaking to anybody.

You tell me,

do you pray the Namaaz?

No.

Are you an atheist?

Yes.

Since when?

It's been a while.

So why do you wear this burka?

Ridah.

Yes whatever.

For Mom and dad. Okay.

Sir, what can we do to get you get off that terrace?

For that, you'll have to bring her back to life.

- Sir? - Who can bring her back?

- Sir? - Can you?

Sir, are you there?

Sir?

Sir, are you there?

Yes, I'm here.

I was just lighting a cigarette

Okay.

Who did you lose?

That you decided to become a suicide prevention counsellor?

Are your parents aware that you work here?

No sir.

So, did you do anything special for your first day?

I mean, any special ritual, new clothes,

talking to someone special, a man, a friend,

a special breakfast? Anything for your first day?

Sir, the bohri community has many cemeteries around the city,

where we go to pay our respects the ones we've lost.

Yes?

Someone's looking at your phone.

Is your Mamta ma'am sitting right behind you?

Yes sir.

Okay understood that you went to visit someone's grave at the cemetery.

Yes sir.

Okay.

Sir tell me something about yourself.

Where do you work?

Me?

I've been

a suicide prevention counsellor for the past 10 years.

♪♪

You have to disconnect this call.

- Mamta ma'am please. - NO, Listen to me.

NO, disconnect it right now.

Somebody more senior has to take this over.

♪♪

We have to do a downloading session right now Aliah.

Please don't argue with me.

Just disconnect. Come on. Come with me.

♪♪

I need you to step down.

♪♪

♪♪

Insiyah.

Hello?

Hello? I'm right here, Insiyah I'm here.

Sorry Sir.

Sir,

my name is not Insiyah.

Aliah

Aliah Rupawala.

I'm not Arjun.

I'm Ashwin.

Ashwin Mathur.

I'm glad you picked up my call.

Sir,

can you hold for a minute, I'll just hail a rickshaw.

Sure

Just be on call please.

Yes, I'm right here.

Metro station.

Where do you stay?

Bhendi Bazar.

So, first metro, then I'll get off at Andheri and take a train

get off at Grant road station.

Usually I take a bus from there

but today, I feel like going to Marine drive, so I'll take a Taxi.

Sir, you've been working in this field for so many years.

How different was your core philosophy as compared to ours?

Here are the rules we follow in our centre.

You'll take a look?

Stop here at the corner.

Thank you.

I won't get into much detail.

I'll just share with you that, in our system,

we always prioritise the caller.

That's good.

We allow him to lead.

What I don't understand…

This person is trying to kill himself;

he's planning to jump from somewhere, light himself on fire.

At this point at least

we should make him feel like the most important person in the world.

He is the one who is paramount.

It's important to understand what he needs.

Instead,

Allow him to lead!

Every case is different.

Let the case tell you

how to solve it.

I'm constantly getting calls from your centre.

Another point.

If you don't first trust the caller yourself, how will you earn their trust?

And if you don't share,

why would the other person share with you?

Why will he trust you?

Another point.

I would recommend that you never use your personal number.

I mean, who uses their personal numbers for such calls.

You're allowing the other person to keep bothering you in your personal life.

Sir

That's not the safest thing to do.

Sir, can I please make a call to my mother?

I just need to inform her that I'm getting late.

Yes sure.

You'll stay on the call, right?

- Sir? - Yes. I'm right here.

Hello? Hello?

- Hello? - Mummy.

Yes Mum, I'm going to be late.

How late?

I might have to stay at Farida's. Tonight.

What is this! If you'd told me in time,

I wouldn't have cooked dinner for you..

♪♪

No. Sorry mom. Very sorry. It was my first day so…

took me some time to understand things at work.

That's why I got late...

Mummy, are you angry with me?

No no, it's okay.

I have an extra t-shirt so it won't be an issue.

Ok sure, Goodnight now… Goodnight.

Goodnight Mummy, sorry.

Hello? Just one more call please.

Please stay on hold. Sir?

Yes, Yes go ahead

Hello?

How are you?

I'm good, Farida

How was your first day at work?

Big job and all ya. Now you're a big banker!

No No …Just a regular job, nothing big.

♪♪

Come on, what do you mean, nothing big, of course it is, I know it!

Okay listen, I've gotten really late at work today,

if you don't mind, can I stay at yours tonight?

Yea sure sure! Why even ask? I'll just tell mom.

Yes okay. Really sorry. It was my first day.

There was a lot to learn.

I mean I'll settle down in sometime, but…

Okay Okay, no problem.

I'll wait up for you.

No no, I honestly don't know how long I'll take, don't wait for me please?

Okay no problem, If I'm asleep and mom opens the door, wake me up.

Okay okay Farida!

No problem at all!

And sorry!

- Okay Bye! - Okay Bye

Hello? So sorry to keep you waiting. Thank you for staying on hold...

Why do you keep apologising so much?

I heard your conversations because you accidentally merged the calls.

What's with these endless apologies.

It almost seems like you believe you don't deserve these people.

Aren't you there for your mum or your friend when they need you?

Of course, I'm there for them.

So then?

You don't need to apologise to the world all the time.

Okay Noted.

I'll mull on this awile.

Sir, you've been in line of work for so many years now.

What has been your most beautiful experience?

Beautiful?

What is so beautiful about suicide?

It's okay, I get what you mean.

Sir, just a minute, I'm getting off at my station.

There was this one boy.

Henry.

He used to stay in Bandra.

Around the Chuim Village.

But he didn't call us.

There was a fisherwoman,

Vaishali.

She called us regarding him.

Do people really call on behalf of someone else?

No, doesn't happen often, but sometimes it does.

That's nice

He used to buy Seawater Fish from Vaishali.

2-3 times a month

but on Fixed days.

If he'd come on a Saturday, then it would always be the same day.

Vaishali had a hunch that he's depressed

but she never asked him personal questions because he was a customer.

Although she knew his house in that area.

One day when he didn't show up on his fixed day,

Vaishali had an unsettling feeling and

she decided to go visit him. She asked around about his flat number.

Knocked on the door but there was no answer.

Finally, she had have the door broken, to get in.

She found him lying unconscious in his apartment.

He had overdosed on sleeping pills.

He was hospitalised immediately. He was lucky.

With the help of a bowel wash, and lots of medicines, he survived.

He used to live alone. Parents were no more. He was just 25.

Henry met us only because Vaishali introduced us to him.

He responded to our calls and medications only

because Vaishali saved his life and he was grateful.

That's really sweet.

During the festival of Diwali, he went to visit Vaishali's family

and they made him their own.

Over time, Henry not only worked on his suicidal tendencies

but also overcame his loneliness.

Vaishali's family,

her husband and kids accepted him as a part of their family,

and he began to feel better…

and we got to be a part of this beautiful process.

Amazing.

Amazing.

Yes maybe. But

not everyone is as lucky as henry.

I know what you mean.

Everyone is not as lucky.

Driver, Marine Drive?

Do you have a lot of friends?

Actually, I didn't have a lot of friends growing up.

Rukaiya and Farida that's all.

Now, Rukaiya has moved to the USA, after getting married.

That's it. Please stop ahead on the left.

Hello?

Shall we smoke?

Yeah.

Can we get on a video call?

Okay.

Sir, what are you doing?

Sir?

Aah, No nothing.

♪♪

Sir how's your imagination?

What do you mean?

♪♪

If someone narrates a story to you,

are you able to visualise it?

I guess so.

Although I wish my imagination wasn't that good.

Why?

Check your inbox.

♪♪

Are you aware of the bohri Mosque, the Raudat Tahera?

Yes, the one near Bhendi Bazar

Yes, this is the same mosque.

And that's my father Siraj.

He spends his day yakking with his other retired friends, helping mum.

♪♪

One afternoon, he was just sitting around with his friends, sipping tea.

You are imagining right?

Yes, yes go on.

They were talking about me.

Some of our family friends have just returned from the US

so their daughters refuse to wear the Ridah.

For my father, the bohri community is everything.

While I was growing up, I've realized that

my father gets his sense of belonging from the community.

So, when someone from the community comes and informs him

that they've seen his daughter roaming around without a Ridah,

It is a really big deal.

I also realised something thanks to this incident,

that I can't change who I am inside.

But I don't want to hurt anybody by who I am on the outside.

Especially these two people.

Who adopted a 12 year old depressed kid.

A kid who was older than the general adoption age.

♪♪

I'm extremely grateful to them

and it's only fair for me to be.

Your turn.

What?

No, what rubbish. There's no 'my turn'

Quid Pro Quo.

Come on sir.

Aliah,

Now I get it.

Smoking together on a video call,

sharing important details of your life,

you're trying to play me up?

No Sir,

That's fine. It's interesting.

I get it.

Well played.

But no, there's no story.

Come on sir,

you don't have to physically go anywhere for my story but for your story,

I'll actually go there. Pick a place sir.

Pick a place sir.

Quid Pro Quo.

Chetna bar,

Bandra.

You'll wait right?

That depends

if you're there in 30 minutes.

Yes, yes I'll be there in 30.

♪♪

♪♪

My name is Sharan. Ashwin called.

He's asked me to play this song for you.

Please sit, I'll play this song for you.

♪♪

You reached?

Yes.

This table where you're seated,

my father has spent more than half his life drinking here.

He was an alcoholic,

a passionate, obsessive alcoholic.

My mother died right after giving birth to me

and my dad

remained an alcoholic right up to his death.

When I was a kid,

I used to get different reactions to the same thing.

Once day, It would be love, the next, anger

and something completely different the third day.

When you told me you were an orphan,

♪♪

I found that really surprising.

Because

even though I had a father,

I used to feel…I don't know.

I used to feel like an Orphan.

I was just an…

I used to think of myself as a failure in school.

♪♪

I completed my graduation and

joined a school of art for my post-graduation.

I studied advertising there

and I fell in love with it.

In fact, I even found love there.

I met Rati…

Ice cold water thrown into a raging fire.

Water so cold, so calming,

that the man who desperately needed to belong…

stopped looking to. He calmed down,

was able to breathe again.

We both started to work in advertising.

Rati as an art director

and I, as a writer.

I won a lot of awards…

We won a lot of awards.

Did you see that?

At the core,

kids like me always remain selfish.

Anyway, so we won a lot of awards

and our love grew deeply.

During this time,

I hadn't met my father for two years.

I was happy with my life and I didn't want to see him...

One day, out of the blue, I got to know that my father had passed away.

The fact that I didn't

meet him in his last two years,

the fact that

I hadn't even introduced him to Rati,

the fact that I'd been ashamed

that my father

was a drunkard.

It all hit me like a truck.

Two days after lighting fire to his body,

I had my first drink.

I've sent you something on WhatsApp, please check?

♪♪

Is that you?

Gujarat, 12 years ago,

Dohadwala Orphanage.

A 12-year-old orphaned girl.

Aliah.

I was left there since my birth.

It said that orphans deep down within,

believe that they don't deserve anyone's love.

But I never felt that way.

Because I had found my dream parent, my dream mother.

Tasneem.

I was a very very special kid for her.

You're on a call while crossing the road.

Why don't you stop somewhere, sit and talk?

Here?

You know,

I don't think there's ever been any other kid

who had less difficulty in being an orphan

Tasneem used to push me to really have a mind of my own.

The orphanage followed the Bohri culture,

but because of Tasneem,

I became an atheist in just a few years.

The world of books,

cinema, music from all around the world,

Tasneem introduced me to all forms of art.

Kids like us,

deep down always fear

that we won't get adopted.

But I used to feel exactly the opposite.

Being adopted was my biggest fear.

That ideal parent,

that no one has,

one who recognises your potential, inspires you,

the one you aspire to become like,

I had her.

Till the age of 12.

One day,

the matron took me in a corner to talk to me.

I thought the day of

my adoption was here.

But it was worse.

She said that

Tasneem had left the orphanage

and no one knew where she went.

I got into depression.

I stopped eating or drinking anything.

I used to keep crying.

Uncontrollable crying.

I used to ask everyone

about Tasneem,

but no one would tell me anything about her.

And then one day, my biggest fear

of being adopted ..came true.

I was being adopted,

by two very simple,

genuine people.

Siraj and Khairunissa Rupawala.

They gave me a new life.

Their way of expressing love

was quite different from Tasneem's,

but

they gave me a new life,

a new home.

The worst thing about it all?

Tasneem went away from my life so suddenly, so quickly

that after a few years,

her face started fading away from my memory.

I curse my memory for not being able to remember

everything about Tasneem.

I should be able to remember every detail of her face, every line,

the texture of her face, her expressions.

I mean we remember such stupid details.

And all that is left, Are you able to see this?

This is her ring.

The matron sent me this a few months later.

And I have this picture. That's it.

♪♪

Check your WhatsApp.

This one picture

in where we can see her profile.

That's it.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Can't recollect her face…

Where should I go next?

Kings circle.

Kings circle.

Tell me something,

why did your parents adopt a 12-year-old girl?

Kids that age not very emotional,

and don't require that much physical attention or love.

Maybe adopting a 12-year-old seemed more practical.

You can explain things to a 12-year-old,

reason with them.

Maybe.

Yes, possible.

This building,

like the lives of a lot of people like us, has just stopped mid-way.

I wonder what dreams the builder must've had for this building…

what he must've expected…

But now it's neither just a plot of land nor a building.

It's just something in between.

And it became a place to hangout, for people like me.

We used to meet here everyday after work

to do exactly

what my father spent his entire life doing.

Everyday.

Up until my father was alive,

I always held a grudge against him for not doing enough for me.

But the moment after he died,

I stopped being able to sleep at night, because I felt

I didn't do anything for him.

In that smell of rum, in it's bitterness, in those moments

when it would go inside me

and mix with my blood, the hangovers, the dizziness,

in all of this, I could see my father…

and I used to become one with him.

Finally I became a full time alcoholic.

This started affecting my work.

Rati tried to help numerous times.

She even suggested I join alcoholics anonymous.

But I didn't listen.

Then one day, we had a huge fight,

and in the middle of that, we made love

and Rati got pregnant.

I think you've worn this Ridah,

then there's the humid Mumbai weather…

and you're climbing…

Lets continue once you reach the top…

♪♪

♪♪

So, where were we?

She got Pregnant.

Yes,

Rati got Pregnant.

Normally, an occurrence like this

shakes a person up,

makes them take stock,

change even.

Not me,

not at all.

The fear of having a baby, made me dive into drinking even more.

I lost my job.

Now I would drink through the day.

During the eighth month of her pregnancy,

Rati told me that she wasn't okay with our child having the kind of father

that I was turning out to be.

The kind of father I had.

So, she left.

After that I joined alcoholics anonymous.

Soon after that we gave birth to our daughter,

Anupama.

But

Rati didn't let me meet her until I was six months sober.

She used to send me her photos, but

I couldn't hold my child

in my arms for six months.

Rati used to live in her own apartment,

her job was going well. There was a maid to help with the kid.

Life was on track.

I used to go meet them twice a week.

This went on for another year.

Then we decided to sell my fathers house.

So I got involved in cleaning that house.

One day, while cleaning my father's cupboard,

I saw my photo

stuck on the right side of the door.

Behind that photo, were the lines,

''Of all the things I regret,

I regret losing you the most''

I'm sorry.

I cried so much that day.

I had ever cried like that before.

After that, I had a drink

and then went to meet Anupama.

I mean what was I thinking?

That little girl told her mom

that my breath was smelling of something.

Rati threw me out of the house right that instant.

The next day, Rati had left

that house, that job and this city all together.

A few days later, I got to know that

she's returned to Chandigarh to her parents' house.

I decided to let them be for a while.

But I don't know, this time,

away from my family, all alone,

I couldn't get back to advertising.

I needed something meaningful.

Something deeper.

I met a lady at alcoholics anonymous

who introduced me to a suicide prevention centre.

I joined and learnt the work

and became a suicide prevention counsellor.

So, work kept me going.

On the other hand, Anupama was growing up,

I used to try to follow her on Facebook,

contact her on emails, any way I could.

She blocked me.

So, I started following her friends.

No, it was nothing, it was just that

I wanted to see how she was growing up,

what she looked like.

I just wanted to be a part of her life.

What does she do, what were her thoughts,

her lifestyle,

who were her friends?

I mean I…

I just wanted to see my daughter while she was growing up

and I had no other way left.

But slowly, Anupama shut all doors on me.

15 years later, I got to know

that Rati passed away.

Someone from her extended family informed me.

Her family didn't allow me to attend her funeral.

They called upon goons to throw me out of there.

I tried to meet Anupama, but I just

couldn't. I just got a glimpse of her.

She was a 15-year-old girl who hadn't met her father for 15 years.

You know how strange that feels?

Sensing that your heart is outside of your body

and not being able to reach it.

It's like part of your soul now lives outside your body.

I came back to Mumbai after that.

Since the time I was training, I always to open a centre

based on my rules,

based on the principles that I had gleaned while working in those 15 years.

♪♪

It's your turn.

But before that,

I'm sending you an address.

Reach there

♪♪

And tell me your story on the way.

It's getting late

and we both have places we should be.

I'll call you in 5.

You'd asked me earlier,

if I'd done something special on my first day?

This morning, I'd gone to visit Tasneem's grave.

A few years after I was adopted,

the matron was on her deathbed

and that's when she told me

that Tasneem had committed suicide.

You know what I feel most terrible about?

Tasneem always shared all her happiness with us

but I could

never be a part of her sadness.

I wasn't there for her.

This one, here right? Driver please stop

This is the building, right?

♪♪

5494.

That's the code.

Okay.

That one right in front of you is my desk.

That one?

Yes.

The office has been shut for over a month.

I stopped going to work two months ago.

People used to come to work but

there was no one to run the office.

Eventually

the volunteers stopped coming in as well.

That's when the office stopped functioning

and, in few weeks, it'll shut down completely.

The lease is about to expire.

There's a question that's been bothering me.

Didn't find the right time to ask.

I guess this is the only time you have.

You were fairly sure

about what you were planning to do?

Why did you call? What made you call?

This has been all I've done for the past 15 years.

Attending calls day and night.

The failure and success

of it depends on just one thing.

That even in..

In that state of mind,

one should make a call

if one could make a call

and give someone else a chance to help.

To save a life.

So, I had decided that

If I ever find myself

in such a situation,

I'll definitely make a call.

I mean that's

ethics, right?

I'm glad you called...

Yeah whatever.

3 month ago, I got a call.

WhatsApp video call from an unknown number.

It was 23-24-year-old girl.

The room was bathed in shadows,

and her face was only partially visible.

But one could make out that the room and

the girl were in a bad state.

Her face was also covered with her long hair so I

couldn't see her clearly.

And then suddenly she showed me her wrist.

There were

a lot of needle marks.

She then moved her hair aside and I could see her face.

My Anupama…

She had called,

because she wanted me to

always remember that I failed as a father.

I may be running

a suicide prevention centre, I maybe some well known counsellor,

I may have won many awards but

but all that meant nothing.

It didn't mean that I was a success.

Then almost out of the blue,

she slit her wrist in front of me.

I mean…

I lost my mind. I just

I just couldn't do anything.

I just kept looking at her.

I didn't know where she was,

I didn't know how far she was from me.

I couldn't even leave her alone on the call…

I just kept looking at her.

I couldn't leave her,

and I couldn't help her.

Sir, we don't have any control over our childhoods,

but we all need to take responsibility of our lives.

You introspected, you tried.

It wasn't your fault sir.

Sir.

Sir?

Sir?

- It's time. I deserve this. - No No No No

Sir, sir you don't deserve this.

Sir, sir.

Sir cases like henry are rare, but they do happen.

Sir please sir.

So many people would want a father like you sir.

Oh, give me a break.

Hello Aliah.