The story of Raj Sharma is not one of tragedy. No one died. No one left him. He did not lose his job or his house. That was the strange part—everything was fine. And that was precisely the problem.
Every morning, Raj did the same thing. He woke at 6:15, brushed his teeth while scrolling through LinkedIn, and stood under the shower thinking about the EMIs he hadn’t finished paying. By 7:00, he was in his Maruti Suzuki, stuck in the same traffic jam near Sector 62, watching a man sell selfie sticks to other trapped men. Raj often wondered: When did we start selling mirrors on sticks? And why is everyone buying them?
Neha looked up from her phone. “Did you take the car for servicing?”
1. The Middle of Everything
The story of Raj Sharma is not one of tragedy. No one died. No one left him. He did not lose his job or his house. That was the strange part—everything was fine. And that was precisely the problem.
Every morning, Raj did the same thing. He woke at 6:15, brushed his teeth while scrolling through LinkedIn, and stood under the shower thinking about the EMIs he hadn’t finished paying. By 7:00, he was in his Maruti Suzuki, stuck in the same traffic jam near Sector 62, watching a man sell selfie sticks to other trapped men. Raj often wondered: When did we start selling mirrors on sticks? And why is everyone buying them? Raj Sharma Ki Kahani
Neha looked up from her phone. “Did you take the car for servicing?” The story of Raj Sharma is not one of tragedy
1. The Middle of Everything
