In March 2021, Sparsh was in Islamabad, the capital of Pakistan. On the morning of his flight to his grandparents’ home, more than 100 kilometers (60 miles) away, he woke up early. He wore the traditional blue salwar kameez and wore a white turban, and was wound in a special way. He had seen the picture of Eshar’s father – his great-grandfather – and wanted to go back to his village to look like him. He got into a taxi with two of his friends and drove off. Sitting in the back seat, Sparsh was holding a map his grandfather had given him, drawn from old memories.