A Comedy of Errors - Part 9

 

When Luck Finally Got the Wrong Address

Raghav’s life became suspiciously normal.

He woke up on time.
The bus arrived on time.
His ID card worked every single day.

This worried him.

At work, people started trusting him with bigger responsibilities. One senior even said, “Raghav, you’re very reliable.”

Raghav went back to his desk and checked his pulse.

During a presentation, the projector worked.
During a meeting, his mic didn’t squeak.
During a deadline, he finished early.

Clearly, the universe had made a clerical error.

Then came salary day.

Raghav opened his bank app and stared at the number like it was written in a foreign language. He refreshed twice, just in case it was a temporary hallucination.

It stayed.

He treated himself to dinner outside. He didn’t look at prices. He ordered dessert first. This was reckless behavior.

At work, people invited him to a team outing. He went. He spoke very little. Nobody minded. This shocked him more than unemployment ever had.

One colleague said, “You’re calm. It’s nice.”

No one had ever complimented his personality before. Usually, they survived it.

That night, Raghav stood in front of the mirror and adjusted his shirt.

The mirror reflected a man who still wasn’t exciting—but no longer invisible.

He smiled.

Somewhere, fate was probably rechecking files.