The inebriated juveniles driving that car are majors now, migrated to different parts of the world to make their lives. This accident, which ruined my life was merely a blip for them.

She was beaten, battered, abused. Since childhood. But they had not accounted for her ability to rise above that. 

Depression. Sometimes it might be genetic and runs in families, and unavoidable. But can we help ourselves deal with it?

A pad and a bra change the equation of your life and you wonder if growing up is such a big embarrassment, a sinuous trail beyond your capacity to traverse, a virus that gnaws at your childhood.

Over time I realised being demure and soft-spoken would not help. I started being assertive, I would fight back and refuse to take nonsense.