Growing up as a single child at the psychiatric hospital campus in Lucknow, I would often seek companionship and play spaces. Mostly, my playmates were dolls, and a discarded thermocol medicine box, my doll house. Come evening, the overhanging canopy of a small tree, teeming with birds, squirrels, butterflies, and bees, became our home. Sitting with my tribe under the canopy-sheltered sky, feeling the breeze and the sunshine filter through, I felt at peace.