Chapter 1
A white car was passing along a road surrounded by tall willow trees. A breeze was blowing, making the leaves rustle. Sanjeev Sinha was driving. He seemed stressed while wearing a green shirt with cream-colored pants. Vidhan was sitting in the back seat of the car; he looked calm and seemed to enjoy the view.
"Vidhu... Vidhu," said Mr. Sinha softly, but he didn't respond.
"Vidhan!" said Mr. Sinha, loudly and firmly.
"Yes... yes, Father," said Vidhan hesitantly.
"Do you remember what I taught you before?" said Mr. Sinha softly.
"Yes, Father. You taught me... 'Hi... hi everyone, I'm Vidhan... Vidhan Sinha. I like painting and keeping a diary. I'm 14 years old. I want to be an artist,'" said Vidhan in an unusual way.
"Okay, good," said Mr. Sinha calmly.
"Vidhu... make friends and behave like a good boy, okay?" said Mr. Sinha softly.
Mr. Sinha is a calm and kind man. He loves his son Vidhan so much and always tries to teach him to make friends. He wants to make Vidhan happy and tries to understand him. However, he is impatient, wants everything quickly, and thus can't focus on one thing for long. He works in HR at an IT company.
The car stopped outside a school. Students, buses, and cars were constantly arriving one by one. Everywhere you looked, you could see children in white and black school uniforms. Some were talking, some were playing, and some were heading towards their classes.
Mr. Sinha stepped out of the car, opened the door where Vidhan was sitting, and said, "Vidhan... best of luck. Bye," with a smile.
"Bye," said Vidhan nervously, as he moved slowly towards the school.
