I have always been proud of my courage, freedom and madness to choose what I feel is right for me. Never in a once; I have treated myself as a damsel in distress. For the time being, I intend to remain feeling the same throughout my entire life―fearless and uncontrollable.
I am not a victim―the thought has turned into a rebel and a mantra, I have been repeating it over for so long that my soul has absorbed each letter till the last mean―and on the night of the ceremony it has struck the right chord. I don't know what I am doing here, away from my routine, ordinary life and living a life that should have been stressful and was "supposed to" make me feel trapped, vulnerable and terrified, but I don't, not anymore.
It has been a week for the ceremony and my mortifying encounter with my fami
