The Journey of Kartik Kalyan Singh picked up the note from the desk once again. “Please do not search for me. I have left this place, never to return. Please leave me alone.” He read the words for what must have been the fiftieth time since discovering the note on his teenage son Kartik’s desk that morning. His mind spiralled into a vortex of memories and regrets. “My limited education restricted me to ordinary jobs,” he reflected bitterly. “I struggled just to make ends meet. We couldn’t afford anything beyond the bare necessities. I overworked myself. All our hopes were pinned on Kartik. I dreamed of him becoming a software engineer, earning a good salary, and bringing us a better life.” But Kartik had not scored the marks needed to get into an engineering college. Kalyan Singh had felt that disappointment even more deeply than Kartik himself. He tried to…