Life...what an unpredictable thing isn't it? Like how you always had passion for reading, writing and learning things you shortly discovered your passion with literature but coming from a typical indian muslim family, that is too well to do, with multiple business and a strong image in society there's no place for passion so like other kids you were forced to appear for medical entrance that you have to study for, and everything changed when you got in med school, more silent, introverted, the one who had faced alot of criticism and indifferences and as they say how god keeps you blessed with one criteria to make you miserable in the other, right.... that's how you were privileged but not happy.

Faheen, a simple practicing muslim man in his mid thirties. Who was entirely different from the guys you always read about in your books, he was just 5'11, a brown guy, with buzzed haircut, heavy stylish beard, getting bulked and the main singer. He was not that typically giant or mad rich person from your books. He was normal. He was real. But from what you saw on his wrists, he had vitiligo. And like alot of people he was insecure too because the way he kept himself covered all the time. His face was safe but his feets, hands, things he can't cover all the time, yeah they showed.

He on the other hand had his own dark past, broken poor family, a cheater ex, problematic society. He was silent, stoic, a person who beared alot. His songs were great and from your observation he was a biker guy, certified loner, with always a backpack and a diary with pen, and slowly people started recognising his work making him famous day by day. It wasn't easy making him smile, the man had seen enough.

Kashmir, a beautiful part of India. You always wanted to go but never did because of it's unsafe environment but life took you here too, with one of your bestfriend Ramsha, who's boyfriend was a musician for some famous singer, based here in kashmir itself and you were going to stay in there homestay and join there party for the night.