“Karma sits on his bench, studying the old footage. Not that the film is of any particular interest to him. He attentively studies the Raman Raghav tapes, minus the sound. The woods of his bench have exhausted the murmurs and mischief soaked in from the few hobbyists that had ever justified the existence of such a property. Karma is counting the last of his nights, every waking moment dreading the day. He has never been truly alone. He hasn’t the brightest mind, but what he understands once stays. He knows how living alone changes a man. He longs for a human voice. As long as he could hear their voices, he could remain human—a spirit bound to flesh, holding onto its sanity.”

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