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My name is Munnu Mechanic.

I fix engines.

Big tractors. Small scooters. Old machines that everyone else gives up on.

People say, “Munnu bhai, aap toh dead engine ko bhi zinda kar dete ho.”

I smile.

Because there’s one thing…

👉 I still don’t fully know how to fix.

Life.

See, I am not a sad man.

I laugh loudly.
I help people.
I enjoy chai more than anyone in my town.

But one day, while tightening a bolt on a tractor, a strange thought came to me:

When I was younger, life was smooth like a well-oiled engine.

I worked hard all day.

And when I got tired…

👉 I ran to my friends.

Laughter. Jokes. Late-night talks. That was my recharge.

But then…

Too much noise becomes noise.

And then I would quietly shift again:

👉 I went to my family.

No performance. No expectations. Just being.

And after some time…

Even comfort feels heavy.

So I ran back to work.

And without realizing, I was living inside a loop:

👉 Work → Friends → Family → Work

At that time, I thought:

👉 “Wah Munnu, life set hai.”

Then came marriage.

And arre bhai…

👉 Nobody tells you what really happens.

People say: “Life settle ho gayi.”

But truth?

👉 Life collides.

All my circles—work, friends, family—

💥 CRASHED into each other.

Time reduced.
Responsibilities increased.
Expectations multiplied.

My wife became:

My best friend
My closest family
My emotional support

And also…

👉 The person I could not escape.

Not in a negative way.

But in a real way.

For the first time, I understood something psychological:

👉 When all emotional needs come from one place…
👉 That place becomes both comfort and pressure.

Then one day…

A small child came into my life.

Tiny hands. Soft breathing. No words.

But full control.

And just like that…

👉 A new circle was born.

Not outside.

👉 At the center.

Now my life looked like:

👉 Child → Work → Child → Family → Child

Friends?

They didn’t disappear.

👉 They just moved out of the inner circle.

👉 “We don’t stop loving people… life just changes their distance from us.”

One day, a farmer brought a tractor.

“Engine jam hai,” he said.

I opened it.

Every part was working.

But everything was too tightly packed together.

No movement. No breathing space.