Echoes of the Forgotten Line

As the clock struck midnight, Arjun settled into his dimly lit cubicle at the telecom exchange, the lull of the night shift draping a heavy silence around him. [exhales] The fluorescent lights flickered briefly, a persistent reminder of the building's age, as he sipped his tepid chai, welcoming the bitterness—something to keep him awake. It wasn't long before the dull hum of servers was interrupted by the soft chime of a new ticket on his screen. "Reconnect Line 404," it read. [curious] Arjun fu...