It was a chilly December night. My friend and I were standing near a tea stall outside the railway station – the only place in a small town where you could get tea at 1 a.m. The place was bustling with activity despite it being so late in the night, and two friends who’d met after 2 years had a lot of catching up to do.
As is customary, the initial minutes of the conversation were dedicated to how well we were both doing in our respective jobs. We couldn’t stop boasting about our milestones and achievements, and each of us was trying to one-up the other in that act of friendly camaraderie that all of us are so familiar with.