Until one day..

I was 3 or 4 yrs old and was dressed like a boy by my family. It was a typical boy dress ( nicker suit) with hair tied as two knots on both left right side tightly ( like two small buns) I looked just like another cousin brother of mine and of course later I came to know that it was his suit actually. We were going out to meet lot of other friends and relatives that evening and Oh my my! u bet I thought I was looking cuter than evahh and happier than everrrr and definitely felt different and better. I don't know why?

How I felt different was not 'All and the only' thing that evening. There was much more with all the people I met....

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