A restless summer at 19, a doorbell, a father’s tears — That Summer Afternoon tells a story of struggle and joy. And in many ways, Krishna Bhaskar never left that moment.

It was just another summer afternoon

I was 19, turning a little rowdy

A halfway goon

They said good kids can change

When they hit 14

I did alright back when I was 14

But 19 pushed me half-deranged

Fogs of fear and things unknown

The cloudy crowd and being alone

I had the wings, but not the sky

A young pilot ready to fly

There was this subject I was struggling to pass

Every time I jumped

I hit the glass

Oh, that summer afternoon

Ding dong, ding dong

Ding dong — O’ goon

The doorbell rang that summer afternoon

I ran to the door like a lover from far

I almost tripped, but I didn’t care about the scars

The mailman called me by my proper name

I had passed the subject — freedom came

I ran back in the house a little faster this time

Turned the corner, and there he was standing — the father of mine

I said, I passed! with a great joy

That letter in my hand

I looked like a kid with a new toy

To my surprise

Daddy had tears in his eyes

He looked at me and improvised-

I just love to see you smile

He said it had been a while

He said it had been a while

Yes Dad, it had been a while

Yes Dad, it has been a while