I've been brought up in a manly environment. No, I wont be calling it misogynistic because we were all given every rights. But I call it manly because I lived with three elder siblings who were "boys". Since, the household was captivated by manliness. When my parents saw me growing up to be a man mentally, I was forced to join a female institution to learn my ethics and become a lady. That did help to greater extend but I had not forgotten my past.

A college teenager exploring life met few random people. Parhaps, destiny brought us together because that long lost tomboy required a Redbull to fly again. It's not like being a nun was bad any how but damn I would have missed living, had I not met them. They were cruel hippies, teens living like they are supposed to. And for the next 2months I went on a reformation. Bunking lectures, cafes, for movies, hookahs and cigarettes. But miserably loosing debates and my teachers sympathized a spoiled brat because she had an innocent face and she faked it quite well.

2months swiftly flied away in a roller-coster ride.Back to living as an obedient, responsible and disciplined lady. God, how do I tell you how much I recalled the past 2months. But I was taught well enough so, I had to come back to my place after the fun exceeded its limits. I had my share of good memories need not worsen it because, "too much of anything can be poisonous."