Devil at close quarters

It is increasingly a dog eat dog world and nothing is permanent. It is
futile to expect humans to be humane, be it your family or your
workplace. If you have seen the movie movie "Up in the Air", you will
understand what I mean. Whether you are the lady engineer who
sacrificed time and energy to create a successful new system or a father

who invested his emotion and time in your son, you are no longer
immune to the dreaded pink slip. I have portrayed this world with a bit
of truth and plenty of imagination. I hope this book makes us think and
reevaluate our priorities.
OR
The home is a ground plus three storey structure. It must be about 25
years old, at the least, but badly in need of painting. The ground floor
entrance leads to a very big open hall housing the administrative office.
Everything is minimal, a skeleton staff and furniture, most of them, old
ones, gifted by well-intentioned people and a reception area which is
most of the time unattended. At the left side of the hall, behind an
enclosed wall, are steep flights in a dark and mossy well of stairs. Being
monsoon time, the walls are damp and smell musty.
The drainpipes for terrace water are broken in many places and in some
cases, do not touch the ground. Plants sprout from the drainpipes and
the walls are lined with cracks, where roots have spread. Organic
detritus from dog turds and cattle shit and decayed plants are prominent
among the piles of organic discards in the vacant ground, at the back of
the building. Trees and plants protrude vertically, in no regular order.
Haphazard and disorderly, just as the minds of the inmates. With the
dark monsoon clouds hovering around the sky, add a dilapidated
building and depressed inhabitants, the melancholy is complete.
"I am vapour and I don't exist. With my unseeing eyes, deaf ears and
distracted mind, I live in a different dimension. Reality does not make
any sense to me anymore".
The extant remains of man.