A singing bowl on my right knee refused to sing, and a seven-year-old me came forward with a message — wrapped in the sweet, familiar melody of You Are My Sunshine. But beneath the nostalgia, I found the barbs of emotional dependency disguised as love. From childhood lullabies to wedding anthems, our cultural soundtrack is full of hidden vows: your happiness is my job, love means possession. This is the story of how I broke that spell — and rewrote the song into a sovereignty anthem.