Raj Sharma Ki Kahani [ESSENTIAL – 2024]

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 did something uncharacteristic. He bought a train ticket to nowhere in particular—a sleeper class seat on the Rewa Express, departing at 11:45 PM. He told Neha he had a late meeting. She didn’t ask which meeting. That hurt more than an argument would have. Raj Sharma Ki Kahani

They talked for three hours. She told him she was running away from a coaching center in Kota. Not because she was weak, she said, but because she wanted to fail at something she chose, not something her father chose for her. Every morning, Raj did the same thing

Neha looked up from her phone. “Did you take the car for servicing?” Raj often wondered: When did we start selling

And maybe that’s the only real story there is: a middle-aged man, a half-empty kitchen, and the terrifying, glorious possibility of waking up.

“I feel… empty,” he said.