Like in his early days during his undergraduate course in medical science, Anindya was slowly slipping into the darkness again. This was no ordinary darkness; it began in the evening, when the sun sank below the horizon. Over time, however, the darkness crept into other parts of the day; at its worst, it’d start right from the time Anindya woke up. He knows this darkness better than he knows his home. The darkness whispers in his ears, about his worst failures; his every shortcoming; mistakes he’d made; people he’d hurt. The darkness digs out the harshest things people have said about him. The darkness knows where every insult is buried, where every humiliation is hidden. Anindya has come a long way from his undergraduate days in a peripheral medical college. That’s where he met darkness for the first time. If you ask him, I don’t think he’d be able to…