Me, Now and Back Then

While I was growing up, everything was wrong with me. At least, few people around me thought so. I had chinky eyes (that’s a slang for having an oriental look), I had a mole on my upper lip which made be look like a muslim girl. I was short, though I am 5.3’’ but I…

Brave Girls Are Not Born, They Are Made

I was 8 or 9, I don’t remember clearly, walking on the road in the friendly neighbourhood. Unaware that 2 guys who just drove past us had something in mind. They were teenagers on bike, they drove past us and took a you turn and came towards us, and groped me. I was shocked and…