Jatin Singh, 40, is staring out of the large, glass window. Beyond the tiny water droplets desperately trying to hold on to the glass pane and failing. Staring into the overcast sky and the drizzle.
I’m right in front of Singh, but he’s looking outside.
Seconds pass. A few more seconds. But he isn’t done yet. His face is thoughtful. Angular, fair with dark, bushy eyebrows and deep, brown eyes. His salt and pepper hair, at least the strands in the front, fall over his forehead in the shape of a crescent moon.