It was an absolutely normal day in his hometown, Fursatganj, in Lucknow. He was just brainstorming ideas to make more money for his poor family, as usual. By making a shower and charging people to use it, since, well, there are two types of people in this world. People who line up at showers to use them, and people who make the showers and avoid the lines. He was in the latter group of people.

He didn’t think it would lead to him being kicked out by his dad for dreaming too big.

And having to run away from home.

And get rejected by a big financial manager, who thought his investment scheme was bullsh#t, although he literally kept the files because of how good it was.

So there he sat, Rakesh, at the train station, just sitting there. He didn’t want to board the train or anything, he just found it calming, the engine noises. He sat on the bench and fiddled with his bag pack zip. He didn’t have much money on him either, max he could buy was probably just a five-rupee lollipop. But, come on, this was Rakesh, he wasn’t going to back down so easily. His dream is to become a big investor, and that’s what he’ll do. He’s just brainstorming ideas silently, that’s all… right? Right.