It was a cold December night, and the town lay in quiet slumber, its streets bathed in the dim yellow glow of flickering streetlights. A man, swaying under the influence of one too many drinks, trudged along the cobblestone paths that led to his modest home at the far end of the neighbourhood. His name was Ravi, known to the locals as the town drunk, yet endearing to many for his harmless antics and occasional pearls of wisdom delivered in his inebriated state.Ravi’s nightly routine usually involved a stop at the corner eatery, a bustling place by day but eerily