Tough Cookie Rosa

As, they say sometime, Plans and situation spellbound you to meet your loved one and it happens. My drooling eyesight caught her in that exigency which nobody ever had thought of. In a wild ride she came back to the boys hostel in her black one piece attire. This time she was truculent. She was ready to jump down one's throat. She was hitting one senior banging his chest, and throttling the neck of him. She was behaving like a vampire. She let down his head infront of everyone. Catching the curious glances of everyone, she undress her one piece jacket and began showing her bitten neck and swollen bosoms. That rosy bosoms were as if pricked by the thorns of some superficialmale gaze.

She mustered her strength, she gritted her teeth and exacted few words, that she is not a hot chick and those who wanted to barbecue her position in a certain bed as a slut, she will spew her venom to those brats. Her falcon attitude shows the touch of feminism tentacles like my body my right sense but she was fine here. She stabilises her disposition that she is not going to tolerate any sexual scumbags and she can put nip in the bud in anyone's heart. She was as evergreen in her aura and she left out the hostel.

I followed her she was a valiant woman who went off to the screen and changed her attire. Finally, she wear her usual dress and start to ride her tricycle.

As if she was aware of something, she came forward and asked me, "Anything to ask, stranger?"

My invisible heart runs into thousand miles and may be she have seen my heart is popping through my eyes. I stammered, "Well, I just wanted to know why you change your dress? What do you want to hide? I am sorry if I cross my limits."

She in a poetic way answered me, " Blue eye, If starking one piece can strip my prestige I am naked as flower with plucked one petals, when I was given birth. I wanted to tell to that boys world that my clothes is not a business of anyone to gaze at me and to hunt at me. I am not here to be plucked by male bees. I am here to catch my golden horse wing."

"Would you mind leaving me so that I can give my tricycle, this road?"

She descended from there. I was escalated from her words, what was she? What kind of metaphor? What a conundrum she is?

But yes she is the cream of the crop for this Daniel, blue eye, stranger ....