I sat in my office at the college, frustrated with my latest problem student—Rahul, that cocky young man in my class who spent more time flirting with girls than actually reading the assignments. His essays were half-baked, his participation disruptive, and he was on the verge of failing. I needed to address it with his father. Mr. Roshan. He always had shown up at a few events before, always striking with his tall, built frame and that brooding intensity.

I dialed his number, my tone professional yet stern, outlining Rahul's issues: the laziness, the distractions, the way he was undermining the class dynamics.