Subtle whispers began to circulate, quiet at first, but escalating with time. The derogatory nicknames of “fat pig” and “pregnant lady” would make him wince at every utterance. Children snickered at him, adults regarded him with a mixture of curiosity and discomfort. It was as if overnight, he had become the object of a derision he didn’t comprehend.
The once welcoming fields transformed into arenas of judgment, every sideways glance felt like a sting, each whispered comment was a strong gust ready to topple his composure. Rohan receded into his shell, his dreams of roaming expansive fields now tainted by the dread of society’s sharp taunts. Life was challenging, but he persevered, believing that eventually, things would improve. But they never did…