Avik's Story

I was late. Not only being at last able to watch the most anticipated and most discussed Marvel movie of the year, but also to enter the dark hall, where already people were seated with black glasses on their faces. It’s March. My days are tough, as the pressure from high ranks is being unbearable day by day. The files are being piled up on my table like a volcanic mountain created overnight and to stay there forever. I’m being regular at calling out names of security guards at midnight at my society and they like zombies open the massive main gate with long lost question ‘why so late’. At morning, my maid rings me, until I open the door and he makes me drink a cup of tea with extra ginger. I curse at my life while slowly sipping from the cup and as the hot brown liquid slides down through dry throat, I settle down a bit. Scheduling for a show and being able to implement it, at this f**king time, was awesome, and when I managed to do that, I literally rewarded myself with a