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It is pretty quiet over here at our spot in Ramanthapur. Most days start with opening up the shutters and letting some air in before the Hyderabad sun gets too high in the sky. We are tucked away in Bharathnagar, at door number 3 3 5 2H, which is a busy little area once the day really gets going. Inside the office, things are mostly just piles of notes and a few computers that have seen better days. We spend a lot of time on the phone or just looking at papers on the desk. It is not a fancy setup, but it works for what we need to do. Sometimes the power goes out for a bit, so we just sit outside for a minute or two until it comes back on. We have been at this address for a while now. Neighbors know us by name, and we usually see the same faces walking by every morning. It is a simple routine. We get in, do the work that needs finishing, and head home when the traffic starts picking up on the main road. The office is just a regular room with some desks and chairs. There isn't much to look at on the walls, maybe just a calendar or two. We don't really do much decorating because there is always something else to get to. It is just us here, trying to stay organized and keep things moving along without too much fuss. Ramanthapur feels like home to us.