A story to start
Neelima is 38 and manages a busy bank branch in Bengaluru. Her days start with a rushed filter coffee, an hour of traffic on Outer Ring Road and a windowless cabin under bright tube lights. By evening she feels oddly wired. She answers work messages in bed, watches one more episode and then lies awake until well past midnight.
Her alarm goes off at 6:30 a.m., and she drags herself through the morning on two coffees and a 4 p.m. chai. On weekends she sleeps until ten and then wonders why Sunday night is the worst of all. A colleague teases her that she has ’banker’s eyes’. She is tired of being tired.
So Neelima starts small. She takes her morning coffee to the terrace for ten minutes of daylight and swaps her afternoon chai for tulsi tea. After dinner she switches off the tube light, uses a warm lamp and leaves her phone charging in the hall. Some nights still go wrong, especially after a late branch audit. But within three weeks she is falling asleep before eleven most nights and waking a few minutes before her alarm. Her mornings, for the first time in years, feel like her own.