I used to live on the 8th floor of ‘Dreamland,’ a place where everything was fancy and fine, bathed in pastel colours. It was a pleasant place, where everyone treated each other kindly. But as comfortable as it was, something was missing. Everything felt plain and predictable. One day, I decided to break free from the monotony and took the lift to explore other floors that led to different worlds. By mistake, I got off on the 7th floor, immediately sensing a stark contrast. The atmosphere fel...