Living a dream life is hugely expensive and unexpectedly thorny. It really needs more guts, something more than merely earning bread and butter for livelihood. And when the dreamer happens to be a woman, the journey can be called traily and tumultuous with no edges to catch on.

Yes, I am a woman. My fault lies in the fact that I wished to live my dream life. You can call me an ardent and zealous dreamer.

I was born into a middle class family with all the middle class myths and mindset. In my childhood, I was not a child with normal childish acts, I was a girl child with lots of do's and don'ts. It was a curse on me. Being a girl child, everything, almost everything was predetermined and prefixed for me. I had to play myriad roles. I was first, ...