<https://s.mj.run/T_xT5F8vlr0> Ramohan Trishankar sitting in a dimly lit room, deeply engrossed in writing. The room is illuminated by a single light source, casting a soft glow that creates an ambient yet focused atmosphere. His face is obscured, is wearing a checkered shirt with sleeves rolled up to the elbows, indicating a sense of determination and focus. he is seated on a wooden chair at an old, worn-out table that has seen years of use. The table is cluttered yet organized, with stacks of books with dog-eared pages and worn spines piled high. Papers with hastily scribbled notes are scattered amidst the books, evidence of intense brainstorming sessions and late-night studies. A notebook lies open before the person, his hand firmly gripping a pen that dances across the page, translating thoughts into words with urgency. The wooden walls of the room bear witness to years gone by, and a curtain hangs limply to one side, its pattern faded from years of shielding this sacred space from the outside world. clear facial features, cinematic, 35mm lens, f/1.8, accent lighting, global illumination --v 4