Kabir Banerjee One Mihir Sen’s life had always hovered somewhere between barely-functioning adulthood and low-key disaster, but even he didn’t expect to be evicted on a Sunday morning because of a bag of popcorn. It had started innocently enough. The flat was silent, his flatmate Advaith was off at one of his weekend silent retreats in Coorg, and Mihir, in his red checkered boxers and a Bob Marley T-shirt that hadn’t been washed in a week, decided to reward himself with a Netflix binge and some butter popcorn. But fate, as always, had other plans. The microwave had conked off…