Rahul was not invisible because he wanted to be.
Every morning when the school bell ring students rushed into class 10 - b laughing , shouting, pushing each other. Others bags slammed on to desks. Jokes flow across the room. Teachers shouted for silence. life moved fast.
And in all the noise. Rahul quietly walked to the last bench near the window.
Always the last bench.
Always the same seat.
He sat there like a shadow present but unnoticed.
Rahul was thin. Not weak, just... small, his uniform was always clean but slightly faded as if it had lived many lives before him. His shoes was polished every morning, even though the soles were won out. His hair was neatly combed, not because he cared about style but because discipline was the only thing he felt he controlled.
No one talked to him unless it was necessary.
To be continue