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Somewhere near Darbhanga, Bihar, a second floor is rising. Brick by brick. Rupee by rupee. Built by remittances sent from Bangalore, where a man paints buildings he'll never own so his daughter can become a doctor and study in a room with good light. Rajesh is at a puncture shop on Old Airport Road, waiting for his Fortuner's tire to be fixed. The man next to him is fixing a borrowed moped-₹40 for the repair. He counts the bills carefully. Twice. For seven years, the man has been away from home. Separation bridged by video calls. Building something 2000 kilometres away. His daughter will be a doctor. His son will be an engineer. The second floor is for them. For their futures. For breaking the cycle. Then the man looks at Rajesh's SUV and says, ""You are very lucky, saar. God has been kind to you."" In those words, everything Rajesh thought he understood about success, sacrifice, and what it means to build something meaningful-collapses. The Second Floor is the story of two men, two repairs, and the unbridgeable gap between having everything and knowing why. Sharp, unflinching, and uncomfortably funny, it asks the question most of us are afraid to answer: What are you building, and for whom? Not all construction happens with bricks and mortar. Some of it happens in puncture shops on Saturday afternoons, when the arithmetic of privilege finally stops adding up. A portion of the proceeds supports scholarships for children of migrant workers.

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