Rakesh sat at the bank of the brook, enjoying the partly cloudy day. Secretly, he had hoped there was rain, but it didn’t look like the sky had made up its mind just yet. He looked down at his reflection in the water, watching his hair sway gently with the coming and going breeze. One day had turned into two of being freed from the pressure of shifting and he couldn’t have been happier. Rakesh wasn’t able to deny that there was a sense of loneliness that came with not being able to ...