Chapter 3: A Spark in the Cubicle (2007) The internship was a far cry from the academic grind. The work environment felt stagnant—a monotonous routine fueled by empty showmanship. But a beacon of light cut through the boredom—Urvashi. On the second day, in January 2007, a new batch of interns arrived. Among them was Urvashi, an introverted beauty with a smile that could melt away the Ahmedabad heat. I, meanwhile, was battling the chores of the internship while preparing for the GATE exam, my escape route to a more stimulating academic environment. Our working hours were grueling, from 3 p.m.