Mum – Dad please forgive me, I may be wrong but my intentions are… I am going to Chandigarh to settle he murmured to himself. Perhaps, his father had accepted the poem by Kahlil Gibran- Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls