Rahul was a 20-year-old college student home alone, a rare occurrence in the bustling metropolis where the constant pattern of life was a stark contrast to the silent rhythm of his own world. His parents were at a wedding reception that promised to last until the early hours of the morning, and his younger sister had gone to a sleepover at a friend’s place. The apartment, usually a stage for the sound of their collective lives, had been transformed into a serene retreat, the only sound being the occasional hum of the refrigerator. He was sleeping shirtless staring at the fan.