Everything looks great in Retrospection.

It was a regular Monday evening. I lay lazily on my couch, scrolling through Instagram. It wasn't a busy beginning to the day; however, even the tiniest task took massive effort because I struggled with a mild neck sprain, a result of sleeping in a funny position the previous night. However, I was determined to give myself a good night's rest and go back to work with less weirdness in my neck. The evening was very usual; there wasn't anything particular about that day. It was slow. I began thinking about the tasks that I'd have to do the next day as soon as I got to work. A few minutes past 7:30 PM, I received a call from my mother. It was a very unusual time to receive a call from my mother, considering that she'd be busy, and her time zone is an hour and a half behind mine. For a split second, my mind wandered. My heart sank, my knees weakened, as if it knew what was going to happen. I sat up straight and answered her call. “ Jishnu ,” my mother mumbled. Her voice...