In this short story, Sanika Dhole tells an engaging story with absurdism at its core leaving the reader chuckling towards the end.
It is a fairly normal day in town, the sun is shining blearily onto the streets, with every cloud threatening to eat up whatever is left of the barely yellow light, and __ is, unusually, sitting at his desk trying to write something of value. It is unusual in the sense that he is sitting upright, with a motive to finish something for once, and he has skipped a day of work. The decision had been made in a flash at dawn, and it was yet to be determined whether he had made the right choice. Although he is prepared to do what he can to finish writing something, his body suggests otherwise.