Till the age of 5, I hadn’t been daydreaming. Life was disgusting till then. My parents, who hated each other, fought like wild animals. This trauma forced me to cut myself off from the world — the reality — I live in. There was no source of joy left. I lived under a constant threat of another conflict flaring up in the house and under this situation, how could I be satisfied with anything?

Then came the television into my life. I was never fond of it, but once I saw an episode of a…