The inside of our mind is a terrible place to be in. Rekindling memories often create an eerie sense of ambivalence. Kanishk Sharma’s The Soujourn steers through the ruts and potholes of the memory lane with elegance — of regrets that sometimes overwhelm; of achievements that seem meaningless; of relationships broken beyond repair; the inherent intent notwithstanding. Yet, there’s a beautiful soul that mirrors the spirit of the city of joy. The deafening thud of silence keeps the narrative rooted in reality. The only drawback is the choice of words (in some cases) that restraint the free flow of the narrative. The best words are often the simplest ones put in the right perspective.