A strange fear has always accompanied Ravi all his life. He was an orphan who grew up when the fires of World War 2 had already begun to blaze.
Human life had not much worth, and the life of an orphan was even more worthless. By the time he was eighteen, the War was over, the starvation and hunger in his country was starting to fade but he still never forgot that whenever food was shared, his kind was the last to be served.
He became a Sentinel, used all his strength, his life, his morals to reach for the stars but the stars did not reach back to him. At least not the day he reached desperately for it.
He took the Sentinel's cause on his back, on his shoulders, losing everything but to them, he was an expendable soldier. Powerful but expendable.
Ravi loved a woman, as powerful as time, the first person to caress his cheeks and smile at him so softly but she did not love him the way he did. He was just one of her lovers, pretty but expendable.