Tomboy

          I was a tomboy for the greater part of my school and college years. I sported a short haircut (we used to call it Diana cut then, after the beautiful Lady Diana). I loved wearing jeans and t-shirts and kicked up enough dust in the games field. Even in stage shows, I was always playing the male actor's part. Studying in an all girl's institution all my life, some of us had to don that role and I was more than happy to lap up the same. I would look at all my lady like friends and wonder whether I could ever be like them, all dainty and pretty. 

          My first brush with my feminine side was at the farewell function in my college hostel. One of the beauties of our batch, who later went on to become an air hostess , convinced me to wear her red dress with a clinched waist. She made me sashay down the hostel corridor. I attempted what I hoped had some semblance of a catwalk. Thus, my initiation into the world of dainty darlings was well mentored.

      However, old habits die hard. Immediately the next day, I was back to my old tomboyish self again. I knew that this was who I was and I was so comfortable in my own skin.