Morning brings a myriad of possibilities. But for very few, it is also a moment of unmovable restraints. Same blank page. Same daily chores without improvisation. Same widening alternatives that could be juggled, put astray, and then arranged like a jigsaw puzzle, but always kept abandoned to grow into an untouchable void. It is a moment of silence and chaos. Silence within, chaos in the world that hustles into a busy day, keeping the UPI or cash transactions running. Unwanted pieces of incomprehensible shouts of construction workers, car honking without traffic in sight, inadvertent garbage bags thrown from a running bike on narrow lanes— each intensifying the tragedy of the common. Every single intruder, outside or imagined, tells you that entropy will reign despite your best efforts to bring order. I have a theory of the world; so do you. But each is so self-centred, so strongly instilled with confirmation bias, so obliquely narrated to us by our parental genes and social surr...