Chapter 1 - Sanketh’s World
The morning sun of Bangalore had a golden, hesitant glow, brushing the glass towers of Manyata Tech Park, but Sanketh barely noticed it. He sat cross-legged on the floor of his small Hebbal apartment, laptop humming like a quiet companion, cups of cold coffee scattered around him. On the wall hung a whiteboard crammed with algorithms and startup ideas — an entire universe trapped in scribbles.
Sanketh was an aspiring entrepreneur, a Gen-AI engineer with visions that stretched beyond the ordinary. VC meetings were his battlefield, coding his therapy. His life had a rhythm — wake up, code, pitch, dream. Yet, underneath it all, a hollow echoed. Not of loneliness — he had purpose — but of something tender he had found once and kept in the corner of his heart.
Hebbal traffic roared in the distance, but Sanketh barely heard it. His world was numbers, probabilities, and the hope that today might finally bring the breakthrough his startup deserved.
He took a deep breath and smiled faintly, staring at a sticky note on his laptop that read: “Keep faith. One day, it’ll all make sense.” It was his mantra.
And yet, as he typed, there was a softness behind his sharp mind, a longing for a presence that made the world lighter — someone who didn’t just see him as a coder or entrepreneur, but as Sanketh.
