Trisha had fallen asleep without even realizing when her eyes had closed. The new 1BHK flat was small, quiet, and slightly suffocating, but at least it was hers. The walls were plain, a little damp near the corners. The fan above made a soft ticking noise every few seconds, as if reminding her that nothing in life runs smoothly.

There was only one bed, a small table near the window, and a half-packed suitcase lying open on the floor in her room. She had not bothered to arrange things properly. She didn’t have the energy. Survival was enough for now.