Gauri’s father’s fragile yet insistent voice echoed in her memory. ‘Read it to me, chori,’ he had whispered, battling through his final days.

‘Who are you?’ calls a woman’s voice, pulling me out of my thoughts.

Fear feels strange. It starts with your mind, goes to your heart and travels all the way through your body, making your entire body shake and tremble. It creates a continuous drumming sound, and your heart does nothing to lessen the tension building up inside you.