Everyone hears the girl in Apartment 3C. She talks fast, laughs louder, trips over her own feet and laughs again. She’s the one who greets the mailman like an old friend, waves to every dog like it’s a celebrity, and knocks over something in the hallway at least once a week. Ira Kashyap is all elbows and opinions, the kind of person who shows up overdressed to a casual thing and underprepared for the serious ones. She loses her keys twice a day and finds them in her hand. She’s chaos in motion, always saying the quiet parts out loud. She’s really funny,the quick, unfiltered kind that catches people off guard. And even when she doesn’t have it all together, she’s the first to step up when someone else needs help. But even with all the noise she carries, something often went quiet in her. It never stopped her from anything. She’s not quiet about who she is. She never has been. She walks like she doesn’t owe anyone an explanation, like she dares you to misunderstand her. People talk....