Rohan Khurana 1 Aditya Roy hated alarms. Especially when they rang at 7 a.m. on a Sunday — which, to him, was a crime against humanity. But this particular Sunday, the alarm wasn’t just from his phone. It was accompanied by the rickety whine of the ceiling fan in his overpriced Bengaluru apartment and the unmistakable sound of his neighbor’s new puppy barking like it was auditioning for a street performance of Bhaag Milkha Bhaag. Bleary-eyed and disillusioned, Adi sat up in bed, hair defying gravity, and stared blankly at the resignation letter on his laptop screen. Unsaved. Untitled. Unsent.…