The laptop hummed softly, its glow casting a faint light across the plush couch. My books were scattered like breadcrumbs of effort, a desperate attempt to complete my assignment. I paused, my fingers hovering over the keyboard, and glanced at my phone for what felt like the millionth time. No reply from Arjun.

“Of course,” I muttered, tossing the phone aside. The urge to procrastinate won again. I opened Facebook in another tab, typing Vishnu; his smiling face from the workshop he attended last weekend stared back at me. Confident. Carefree. Everything I wasn’t.