I was sitting in an auto rickshaw, heading back to my flat after work. Earphones in. Favorite song playing. Stuck in traffic, like always. Then, suddenly, the battery dies. Silence. “HOOOOOOONK!!!” A horn shatters the quiet. It jolts something in me. And just like that, a thought I hadn’t let in for months forces its way through. I’ve been on autopilot. For the past two months, every day looks the same: Wake up.
