Synopsis: Once upon a time, there was a small family in a posh residential neighborhood, living in a swanky seventh-floor apartment. And they lived happily ever after until one of them kills themselves. Aditi - a young, college-going daughter of the household is found dead.

Why did Aditi take her life? Did someone drive her to that end?

It’s a story of the aftermath caused by Aditi’s death, and a simple note saying “I wish I could stay a little while longer”.
While some try to answer these questions, some wonder if it was suicide. And some of them feel the weight of guilt weighing them down.

Guilty, yet not charged with any crime! Does that make it worse?

This story takes you on a tumultuous ride exploring a jungle of relationships that the dead had with the living. It explores the life of the dead via the reactions of those left behind. The extreme incident pushes the characters into a mode of introspection, accusation, and extrapolation.

Author's Foreword: The hardest thing sometimes is to tell the ones you love how you feel, although it seems very natural for us to express our liking for random strangers with our emojis, “thumbs up”, and “hearts”. "Taking your loved ones for granted" is something that comes very easily to us humans.

It’s unfair. It's callous. It's cold.

But sometimes, it is too late by the time this realization dawns upon us. Too late for us to do anything about it. Anything at all. In this book, we explore this notion.

The hurts our unfair, callous, and cold behavior causes are genuine. And the consequences can be fatal.