So let's start with a Fiction story about a girl:
Reeti
Reeti was not the kind of girl people noticed.
She was born into a simple middle-class family, where love existed… but so did expectations.
Her mother’s dreams were stitched carefully into her life,
not to burden her—
but to protect her from becoming the same unfinished story.
School was never a place she belonged to.
She had one friend—
just one—
who had been there since the days when life was still innocent enough to not hurt.
And maybe that was enough… or maybe she just learned to believe it was.
Reeti was a quiet child.
Not silent, just… careful.
She feared failure more than she desired success,
so she studied—
not out of love for learning,
but out of fear of what would happen if she didn’t.
There were things she admired from a distance.
Like drawing.
She loved watching others bring life to blank pages,
turning nothing into something beautiful.
But she never tried.
Somewhere inside her,
she had already decided—
there were things she simply wasn’t meant to do.
And in the middle of classrooms, noise, and expectations…
Reeti often felt something she could never explain.
A quiet kind of loneliness
that stayed even when she wasn’t alone.
