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At 5:59, Pallavi's laptop is still open. At 6:00 the last call ends. At 6:01 she shuts the lid, and her phone lights up right on cue. The group chat: "Downstairs. Don't you dare say 'five more minutes'."

Ritu and Sameer are waiting at the office gate, already arguing about the route. Tonight there's a free gig on Church Street: a young Kannada indie band nobody has heard of yet, which is exactly why they're going.

The ride in

Purple line, packed coach, three people sharing one pair of earphones to "prepare" for the band. They get off at MG Road and walk the last stretch as the sky turns orange over the old buildings, stopping for nippattu masala and one lime soda split three ways.

The gig

A tiny stage, string lights, maybe forty people. The band is nervous for one song and brilliant after that. By the third song Sameer, who "doesn't dance", is dancing. By the fifth, a stranger is teaching Ritu the chorus. Pallavi films nothing. She's too busy being there.

The evening

At ten, walking back to the metro with sore feet and hoarse voices, Ritu says what they're all thinking: "Why don't we do this every week?" They've already decided they will.

That's Ee Sanje: fresh, a little party, a little aromatic, for the moment the workday ends and the evening with your people begins.