She or a Super-he?

A Story by Namrata

my introduction otherwise.

The first guy told her,"We were perfectly happy together". The second guy told ," I was perfectly happy with her". And this was how her life was replete with alliterations of condolence. But she was not meant to be bound by anything or anyone. Only that she was a Slave- Slave to her dreams and commitments. She wants to be free by her actions. You might see her stud in leather tights and a revolver someday..her fantasy. She is what they call a hypocrite. Why, she bears a name which suggests a modest persona but she is the exact opposite. She protests against harassment but she never told the world what happened to her, time and again. She says she is an extrovert but is she? She has a heart and a few diary pages full of secrets, intentions imposed on cardiac striations and paper respectively.She is a hypocrite. If not by anyone she is loved by herself_ imbued with narcissism. She wants justice . She believes it is never the end. She is tortured mentally the way which stands inexplicable but she is still alive. She is strong.

She doesn't want stars in her basket. She looks out for Antares, they say its bigger than the sun.People call her stupid, crazy and kid like. She is unrealistic. Nobody is a guiding strand in her life. She is a single stranded rna struggling for translation. And once the perfect polypeptide forms she can spit on life the horrible people gave her.

She is what no one ever will be. She is building a life of her own, brick by brick. She is proud to be a woman ,only once every month, she wishes she was a boy.The pain subsides and her wish fades too.

The world sees her as the skinny, childish girl who wears braces and throws temper tantrums. Too bad they can't forgive her little mistakes and so they never will enjoy her great virtues.

It's a she. Congratulations. God whispered so.