In a corner, slumped into a plastic chair, sat Aarav. He held his phone like a lifeline. He was doomscrolling. Flood in Assam. War in Europe. New virus strain. An influencer apologizing for racism. Swipe. Swipe. Swipe. He wasn’t reading. He was numbing. For months he’d carried a vague nausea—“gut issues” that three gastroenterologists couldn’t explain. They called it IBS. Irritable Bowel Syndrome. But the gut was not lying. It was reacting to a life lived entirely on the surface. To decision fatigue. To dopamine hunger. To the hollowness of turning people into products. He had swiped through so many faces that he had forgotten how to recognize a person. Three people. Three “successful” lives. Three different symptoms. One shared disease: disconnection from the Thou. The door to the consult room opened. Dr. Farah Naqvi stepped out.