Uncle: What’s next?
Nephew: An internship.
Uncle: Any girlfriend yet? No more lawyers in the family though. Remember Shakespeare: "… let's kill all the lawyers".
Rupankar, in love with a fellow lawyer, remained silent.
He returned to Calcutta carrying Prof. Mitra’s research proposal for government funding and intentionally submitted the package, past deadline. Prof Mitra received a rejection letter. His phone rang: “Do you need a lawyer to fight your case against the government?” asked Rupankar.