Life in Mumbai can be a whirlwind, a constant juggle between dreams and deadlines. Last month, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity popped up – tickets to my favourite international band’s first ever concert in India. The catch? It was on a Tuesday, smack dab in the middle of a busy work week. My leave balance was already low, and asking for a spontaneous day off for a concert felt like an impossible conversation with my rather traditional manager, Mr. Sharma. He’s a good man, but very by-the-book. I agonized over it for days. The tickets were expensive, non-refundable, and this was *the* band.
The Concert That Trapped Me in a Web of Lies
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