Three months in. Morning walk around the block with whoever’s up, ending at the tea stall. Tea at 7:30, maybe 8. Office by 9.
Delhi is already hot – April heat, the kind that sits on your chest when you step outside.
I write code. I take a call with clients I have never met. I ship a release in the afternoon. I debug something small and stupid by 5. I am a dev and a deployment engineer and the guy on the call at once, and it has stopped feeling strange.
The payslip comes handwritten. Someone did the math by hand. I love it anyway.
Nights belong to us. The heat drops, the breeze shows up, we walk. Corner shop trip for chai, maggi, or momos, whichever place is still open. No laptops, no phones ringing. Back home somewhere past 1. Up again at 7 for the walk. Sleep is what you do in the gaps.
From the outside, this looks like chaos. From the inside, it is the cleanest signal I have ever followed. I am flying thru the motions. I didn’t know you could do that.