As a writer, you share the facts to honour your journey. There is this hope that it may sit out there as a beacon to inspire one other person in a world of 8 billion. This was that kind of essay. It inspired me to lace up.

I had the privilege of reading the first draft of this essay. It had power. And pacing. Krishna has taken it up a notch since its early days - but not much more needed embellishing. Without all the spit and polish, it still inspired me to get away from the rectangle in front of me, and remind myself of the colour of the sky.

There can be no greater applause that an essay receives than that it “moved” people.