32-year-old Dhritiman worked in the back office of a car showroom in Kolkata. He was responsible for drawing up the insurance policy every time a car was sold. The showroom was a 10-minute walk from his house and the work hours meant that he could also pursue his passion in theatre. Within a year at the showroom, he got called up to the company’s largest showroom in the city. Though an hour away from his house, he accepted the offer since his salary was being doubled. In the Kolkata of 2010s, Rs 10,000 a month was decent money. Though the next few years saw Dhritiman grow into a team leader managing the back-office team, his annual increments were not keeping pace with the high levels of inflation of 2013-14. He was looking to switch jobs to bump up his salary but he wasn’t successful. Then came demonetisation. And it only got worse seven months later as India adopted a new indirect tax regime. A higher rate of GST meant higher price of cars and the spike in fuel prices didn’t help either. The one-hour commute between his home and workplace, without the lure of a double-digit annual raise, was now bothering Dhritiman. By 2018, his situation had turned hopeless. Desperate for a change and better prospects, he decided to quit his job. His friend had bought a car, hired a driver, and listed it on the many ride-hailing apps in the city. Business was good, promised his friend. Dhritiman followed suit and by the end of 2019, business was indeed good. But he had not bargained for a once-in-a-century event like the pandemic to ravage his life. With extended lockdowns, his earnings from the car vanished. Everyone around assured him that once normal life resumed demand for taxis would be back in no time. But by August last year, the situation didn’t improve. While he got rid of his driver, he still had to pay EMIs on the car that remained parked in the rented garage. A year on, several attempts to sell the car have failed and he contemplated driving around himself. But middle-class values stopped him from taking up the job of a driver. A depressed Dhritiman hasn’t been keeping well lately. Doctors have advised psychiatric help, but his father’s pension cannot be used to pay EMIs as well as for expensive medicines and counselling. A listless Dhritiman mostly sits in his balcony overlooking the garage, lost in his thoughts about his days at the theatre. Even the back-office job at the showroom doesn’t seem so bad anymore.