This might sound odd, but I am a people pleaser. Or should I say was? This wasn’t me some years back. I was never like this. Back then, I was a cup of sugarless organic black tea. I wasn’t a cup of tea for all. I had a league of my own.

But, somehow, I was labelled. I was that rude girl who saw herself above everyone. People misinterpreted my personality. And when my sister said in her disarming frankness, ” This is why people think you’re proud and a snub”, I decided to turn a new leaf. Her words pinched deeper than she said it. I felt stupid for being me.