Muskaanein Jhooti Hai -

Muskaanein jhooti hai.

I have become a cartographer of false joy. I map it onto my lips every morning before the first Zoom call. I drape it over my shoulders like a designer jacket. “Good morning, team! Let’s crush the day!” My voice chirps, a digital bird made of wires and anxiety. Behind the camera, my hands are shaking. The revenue forecast is wrong. Two senior developers just resigned. My father’s medical reports came back this morning. Muskaanein Jhooti Hai

Muskaanein jhooti hai.

Look at the waiter. He smiles as he hands me the bill. Hope you enjoyed everything, ma’am. His smile is a shield against rudeness, a toll he pays to keep his job. Look at the couple at the next table. She is smiling as he scrolls through his phone. Her smile says, I am fine. Her eyes say, See me. I drape it over my shoulders like a designer jacket

So I will wipe the mascara that ran an hour ago. I will start the car. I will go home and feed the cat. And tomorrow morning, I will open the closet, pick out a dress, and pick out a smile. Behind the camera, my hands are shaking

All of them.

The Context: Neha is the CEO of a fast-growing startup. To the world, she is the poster child of success. Tonight, after a funding party where she laughed and posed for a hundred photographs, she sits alone in her parked car.