Pulak Mitra 1 The light in Tripti Sethi’s room wasn’t sunlight—it was ring light. The walls weren’t pink by default; they were painted with PR-sent pastel samples from a sustainable decor brand that wanted to look “soft but aspirational.” At 17, Tripti had mastered the art of the illusion: flawless hair curled with a borrowed straightener, DIY eyelash extensions she stuck on with half a prayer, and an Instagram grid so coordinated it looked like a magazine. Her followers—75,208 and counting—believed she was living the dream. But just behind her tripod, her bed was piled with chemistry worksheets, her brother’s…