It was closing in on 15 months.They’d had enough, the four of them, in varying degrees: the claustrophobia of being boxed in a 700 sqft flat, fully ‘pakaoed’ was an understatement. He was young, in his ‘slog like a dog’ years, WFH made no sense because the work had dried up, being stuck at home was killing him—especially with three unemployed maniacs around; two of the four had been sacked and one of them had had his salary cut in half. So, their angst was understandable but distracting.

He was a screenwriter, the assignments had always been few and far between, now they were just few.