Chandu loved the lemonade that ma made. As the cliché goes, the maslin was also rich in her love. After a tiring evening, he would come home and have it along with his dinner. In those moments, he forgot the screams of his parents that were enough to shake the walls of the house. That day too, the day progressed and he was home after school. His lemonade was ready. In a quick gulp, he closed his eyes. After putting him to sleep, forever, his mom too jumped away from the misery of the life.