The reason behind this is my dad. He’s like Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. In the morning, he’s the sweetest person who ever lived. During the night, under the influence of alcohol, he talks nonsense and accuses my poor mother and me of things we never did. Some of my friends’ dads do drink but none of them exhibit such outrageous behaviour every evening. What’s wrong with him?
— Param

Illustration/ Amit Bandre