See man, this has gone on long enough. I'm just climbing the walls with frustration. Isolation and solitude are overrated beyond a point. I've been in a 400-square-foot Andheri West flat in solitary confinement. I wanna go for a run, I wanna see the sun, not from behind iron grills; I'm all for a timetable, for a disciplined day, I usually have a set routine, in stark contrast to my line of work which is uncertain being a line producer, but they cut my salary in April. In May they've just cut me. Nice guys, at least they wrote me a letter. Ok, so it was a hurried WhatsApp message. The "Dear all" suggested that this was a joint message, ending with "we're closing down operations, so we wish you blah blah..."

See dude, I'm not from Mumbai. I came to the city from Allahabad, like my hero Tigmanshu Dhulia, to earn a living. Making political films was the dream. Of course, I don't know when we'll start seeing movies, let alone making them, but that's my back story, my vision.