Tales from the Random Island.
Her legs were dangling off the floor, she was a bit short for that high chair. She was doodling on the last page of an old notebook; her eyes were on the paper, but she wasn't looking at the vague shapes her hand drew. Though the mind was wandering on the familiar roads, she was stranded on the shores of the Random Island. The next song on her playlist started playing, a melody from the 60's Bollywood film. On normal days she too would sing along to the tune and revel in Rafi's voice, today the music simply reached her ears and ricocheted off the walls built around her senses. She needed to leave this space, get out and do something. She looked around for a boat and found none. Her thoughts were flooding the Island and she had nowhere to run, she didn't know how to swim too. Desperately she tried to silence the voices inside her head and concentrated on whatever she was doing. It was not helping. Suddenly she tore a paper from the book and wanted to write about all t...