One humid evening, Arun set up his tripod in front of an old, peeling wall near the bustling MG Road market. He waited, camera rolling, heart thudding like a bass drum. When the night grew deep, a shadow flickered, and the glyph appeared, sprayed in phosphorescent paint that glowed under the streetlamp. Arun snapped the perfect frame, the kind of footage that could make his name known across the Indian indie film circuit.