I ran away from home and from the shackles of society, family and attachments. I just wanted I to live my life, write my novel, follow my passions. I didn’t know that my five-year-old boy had followed me out, but with that realization, Ishwari emerged from within me: a mother, a woman with responsibilities, a woman who was ready to suppress her dreams to protect her son. My son—a child I do not want. ‘Ishwari and Roo wandered the streets at night, looking for a place to stay. A kind old caretaker gave them an empty room on the terrace of a guest house. Ishwari found a job as caregiver to the handsome gentleman who lived next door, while Roo—her weak, invalid son—was locked up all day in the room on the roof. ‘And I struggle to find my place in this dark novel. I yearn for passion and despair—for that is what makes good literature—while Ishwari seeks a life of joy for herself and her son’. Pulsating with raw energy, Abandon gives voice to the perpetual conflict between life and art.