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[This is purely an act of fiction. Names, characters, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Content designed may provide helpful information on the subjects discussed along with presentations/illustrations for highlighting the plight of an aggrieved. The author assumes no liabilities of any kind with respect to the accuracy or completeness of the contents. Any resemblance to persons living or dead may be purely coincidental] With credits to Prasun Chakraborty I think, therefore I am – Descartes I was on my way back home from the site office, where construction of an airport was underway on the outskirts of a capital city of a State in India. On the way was my uncle's house and decided to pay my cousin a visit, that was long due. My uncle departed for his heavenly abode a couple of years before the mandemic and left the house to his only son who stayed there with his wife and son. As I was entering the house,