Everything looks great in Retrospection.

It's that time of year in the UK. I was returning after another disappointing day at university, working on my dissertation. The clock is ticking, and my anxiety is skyrocketing. I rested my head on the cold window of the 2-Foxhill bus, a regular service I rely on. The bus was particularly full this evening; it had already turned dark by half past five. I put my headphones on and browsed through YouTube, hoping to feel less miserable about my day. While scrolling through millions of videos, I found a YouTube Short featuring a young man in his mid-twenties singing a song with such grace. The title read, Chudithar Aninthu . In that fleeting second, my mind drifted through a hundred different memories. Suddenly, I was in the backseat of a 2007 blue Toyota Yaris, resting my cheek on the backrest of one of the front seats. My father's firm hand was on the steering wheel, my mother sat beside him, and my younger brother was in the backseat with me. The car's radio was playing th...