When the credits rolled, Rohan was lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling. Bunty was asleep on the couch, the notepad still in his hand.
"Dude," Bunty declared, holding a plate of samosas. "This calls for an emergency protocol."
Rohan picked up the list. He saw one last item written in tiny letters at the bottom, one Bunty had missed.
Rohan grunted. "What protocol? More sulking?"
– The Timeless Classic.
– The Absurdist Masterpiece.
He sat slumped on his sofa, the Mumbai rain drumming a sad rhythm on his windowpane. His roommate, a cheerful, perpetually snack-happy guy named Bunty, walked in and surveyed the disaster.