INVISIBLE

A Parent’s Perspective (again) ──────────────────────────────────────────── Ramesh sighed again as he grudgingly got in the car. Did the principal HAVE to set up this therapy rubbish on the day of the India-Pakistan cricket match?? He’d even taken the day off so he could watch the match. Therapy was only for trauma and actually important things, not mere laziness! He resolved to watch the game on Youtube later.  When he reached the school, the halls were deserted. At this time, the students would all be on the bus, on their way home to watch the cricket game. He was so lost in his maudlin self-pity about the match that he nearly crossed the door to the counsellor’s room. That one plywood door that he scoffed at every time he saw it. He never dreamt that he would ever need to enter that room. He noticed that brown-haired grumpy Italian guy Ayesha kept hanging out with, sitting on a sofa outside the door. Must be waiting for his turn, thought Ramesh with a smirk. What was his name? A...