Bhagyaraj -

That night, he couldn’t sleep. He kept thinking about the orphanage. About children who might have eaten an extra meal because of a ghost donation from a mill that had crumbled to dust. He thought about his own name. Bhagyaraj. King of fortune. He had spent his whole life waiting for fortune to arrive like a package. But what if fortune wasn’t a thing you received?

His colleagues called him mad. “You’re throwing away a steady salary for a ghost donation to a place you’ve never seen?” bhagyaraj

He was Bhagyaraj. Not because luck had chosen him. That night, he couldn’t sleep