She is too much of a rebel to be tamed…while the pouts of other girls are made to make guys drool, her pout speaks of obstinacy and resolve, something they are always afraid of. While she goes about doing her work, she sometimes wonders why men liked those sweet cute looking females. You know, she will say, there’s a huge difference between a cat and a lioness…

She earns her bread, buys her expensive stuff and makes her own food. No flower bouquets or fancy wines…She prefers neat vodka or beer, please! It amuses her how men stare at her when she gulps from the glass and can still stand head straight. She is a man when it comes to drinking or maybe better than that.

Her worst fear…is being dependent on someone. Yes, she is a butterfly or a bird…or maybe just wind….open to explore her avenues, her myriad interests and her passions…With her backpack on, she traverses the streets alone, exploring various road side stuff…some legal…some…illegal…

Competition…she loves it…not the in-your-face kinds…but the subtle version of it….especially if it’s with a man….she hates being told her limits as a girl and refuses to take any of that….

Today, the god’s test her….and they’ll know…she’s no quitter….