A Dark Truth. Content Warning.
INT/ROOM
A man stirs up to the sunlight flooding his room. He stretches and rubs his eyes. Gets his spectacles from the side table. He goes to the window and sees a highway full of jam-packed traffic. Peels himself away from the honking and blaring horns of Mumbai traffic. He tidies up his bed and folds the blanket. He yawns and drags himself to the washroom. Sleepily brushes his teeth, on the verge of falling asleep again. He goes into his small kitchen and makes himself a cup of chai. He sips it slowly while reading a newspaper. Finishes and then he bathes himself with cold water. Opens up his iron cupboard and takes out a well-ironed white shirt and formal black trousers. He fastens the belt around his waist and brushes the dirt off his black leather shoes. He combs his hair with a side partition. He looks at his reflection and smiles at the mirror(finally we get to look at his face). Keshav, a 27-year-old boy with a mustache and brunette hair. He takes his worn-out office bag from the hook. Pops a slice of bread in the toaster. He opens up the freezer and gets the butter. Puts the frozen butter on the bread. And eats it slowly while staring ahead blankly. The fan creaks on the ceiling. He puts the dirty dishes into the sink. Takes out a room freshener and sprays the fridge, the other side of his bed, and the living room. Having completed his last chore, he gets the keys and locks the door.
