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      You half-heartedly scroll through your feed when your neighbour's loud rock songs break your chain of thought. "Keep it low!" you shout through your window, while shifting neither your gaze nor your position.  And...you keep scrolling.    You continue laughing at  memes until they fail to even slightly turn the corners of your lips. When boredom starts hitting unusually hard, you begin working overtime to keep yourself busy. As you unlock your laptop to Microsoft Teams, the group chat makes you feel sick. Why are all the chosen idiots dumped in your teams ALL-THE-TIME?   You cannot stress enough on how dumb they are. Their lack of knowledge and common sense gets you second guessing your decision of having agreed to work with them. Without any hesitation, you lash out at them on the group chat. Not that it was necessary but you had the authority so why not?  Just as you were looking at your sharp replies proudly, a flood of notifications...

    "Hi, I am Raksha Trivedi from the editorial team of the most popular magazine in India- Section 302. I am recruited for proofreading. Today is my first day at work, and I feel honoured to share the table with you all." My brief introduction was followed by whispered greetings from my colleagues. I returned them, smiled, and walked towards the meeting hall exit. Before I could enter my cabin, a seemingly-uptight woman made me pause. She asked for all of my crucial documents, including my passport. I had them ready in a folder. As I extended my hand for her to have a look at the contents of the folder, she grabbed it instead! "Procedures demand these documents to be in the lockers with us. Can't help it," she said. It wasn't particularly comforting to have my passport locked up at someplace I don't have access to while my visa was on the verge of expiring. But I didn't have much say here. I was well aware of the fact that Section 302 had strict and...