The crisp suit on his chiseled body, the black aviator sun glass on his fair-skinned face reeked of arrogance. He was travelling abroad for the first time. As he stood there waving his hand just before the final call to board the flight, his smile was intact. Underneath those black lenses were his red eyes, tears welling up in them. He didn’t want his mom to see him crying, oblivious of the fact that mothers were omniscient when it was about their children.