“It’s the society that decides these things. It decides whether you are allowed to choose or not. These things are fixed by the society and we just like puppets have to act as a society pull our strings.” I didn't remain the kid anymore. I became the growing teen and with the age the feature and specific attributes of that particular disease (the special disease which only can be cured by some fairies that live in the heaven as told by mom) starting appearing more rapidly on me.”
A story of a patient at the psychiatrist hospital, who is busy penning down the journey from his “existence” in this world to the events that led to his admission in that place! Pausing from his writing, only on hearing his name being called out, and then continues to ink the paper with his emotions and feelings.
Indifferent to the sick-abed people in his surroundings, labeled as he/she, the author has found answers to the time old questions that were left unheard and ignored!
Will he be able to let the world know of his struggles, his desires, and his thoughts? Or will he be non-existent like the majority?
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