Loneliness from working at home bites deepest, I suspect, for those whose houses were already too quiet — the young singles in new cities, whose only 'team' is a pixelated grid. Yet my own life argues otherwise. I feel it most in my crowded Kolkata flat, where the family's warm, constant noise becomes a background to work I cannot share, a peculiar isolation. My specific proof is the evening tea, when my wife hands me a 'khuri' of biscuits without a word, having learned not to interrupt the silence my laptop demands.
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