The air in London was damp and cold, a stark contrast to the vibrant warmth of Kathmandu that Anmol often dreamed of. It had been five years since he left Nepal for the United Kingdom, chasing the dreams his mother, Susmita, had envisioned for him. She had sacrificed everything-her small savings, her comfort, and her daily joy of having her son by her side-so Anmol could study and build a better life abroad. Anmol was a hard worker, juggling university classes and long hours at Amrish's restaurant. The boss, a shrewd businessman, valued profits over people. Anmol, like the rest of the staff, was little more than a cog in the relentless machinery of the restaurant's success. One evening, after another grueling 12-hour shift, Anmol sat on his small bed in his shared apartment. His phone buzzed. It was his mother. "Anmol, Dashain and Tihar are coming. I've cleaned the house and even set aside some money to buy your favorite sweets.

Johnny, a young man living in the UK, works tirelessly at a restaurant run by his ruthless boss, who values profit over people. Johnny hasn't seen his mother, who lives in Nepal, for five years. Despite his longing, his boss refuses to grant him time off when his mother invites him to celebrate the Dashain festival together, a cherished tradition involving family and festivities. Heartbroken, Johnny is forced to postpone the reunion, promising his mother he'll come next year.