“It was 2:43 AM. I know this because I'd been staring at my phone's clock for forty-seven minutes, watching the minutes crawl like Pune traffic on the old Mumbai-Pune highway during Ganpati visarjan. My chest felt like someone had parked an Innova on it. Not pain, exactly — pressure. The kind that makes you wonder if this is what a heart attack feels like at twenty-three, or if you're just being dramatic, and then wondering if the wondering itself is making it worse.”