The neon glow of a bar sign flickers across Sinjee Singh's face as he stands at the edge of the bustling Goa docks, the salty air thick with the scent of the sea and cheap perfume. The distant rumble of a departing freighter vibrates through the cobblestones beneath his worn sandals. Sinjee Singh runs a delicate hand through his short, dark hair, a nervous habit that belies the hopeful glint in his luminous eyes. A group of burly sailors laugh raucously as they exit a nearby dive, their voices echoing in the night. Sinjee Singh takes a deep breath, the chill of the evening air prickling his skin. He adjusts the strap of his small bag, the fabric rubbing against his slender hip. This new world is harsh, but the promise of a fresh start, of finding someone who truly sees him, burns bright within.