No time for concrete work—just meetings, emails, and endless follow-ups. By the time I get to what actually matters, the day’s gone. Exhausted. Overwhelmed.

I asked my father how they managed back then. Surely, life was simpler?

He laughed. “For us, standing in endless lines—at banks, milk booths, and movie counters. Taking a half-day leave just to book an LPG cylinder. Digging through dusty library shelves for a single reference. Waiting 50 minutes for a bus that may or may not show up. All of it was CONCRETE work!”

“What exactly is concrete work for you?”

I opened my mouth. Thought for a second. Then another.
Ahem… I kept thinking…

Until my screen lit up with a divine revelation—
“Pranav, you have 12,467 unread emails.”

God knows what you need! 😉