Quicksand In our three-dimensional existence, time is like a linear path that stays within reach yet moves beyond our comprehension. It is a unit we can measure; we can flow with it and cause significant improvements and damage to us, considering our movements respective to the said linear path. Although sometimes, even the slightest alteration to this path brings irreversible and irreparable carnage to our life, changing everything we ever knew or dared to dream of in its wake. Sipping on a steaming cup of tea while sitting by the large French window of his hotel room, Kaustav was gazing at the grayish landscape laying before his eyes with a forlorn look in his eyes. It is a typical morning routine that he had developed during his biannual business tours to the countryside of West Sussex. Today, the air carried a vibrant smell of freshly showered earth and ripe fruits from the nearby hotel gardens, thanks to the early morning shower. On another day, this morning would have been a