The discussions began with the functioning members of our society.
Scanning the seemingly meaningless scribbles and doodles instead of important logarithm, the doctors declared him to be suffering from Maladaptive Daydreaming. The teachers labelled him worthless, he was aloof from the world.
And the little daydreamer stood there, head lowered, thinning the boundary between delusion and daydreams in his own make-believe world, breathing in white puffed clouds, sore eyes lost and ears plugged in another world.
A silent plea escaped his mouth.
The identity was decided to be ‘creative’, but was not uttered.
~ Pengirl Arunima | Edited by Afreen Zeb