Monologues of a 30 minus something

The first time I saw my period blood, I didn’t understand what it was. It looked like a dried brown muddy stain on my white bloomer. I had my sports day practice going on. I thought, probably it was stained by the wet mud from the ground. I knew periods was something that I should be expecting, since most of my friends had got theirs’ by then. But, I didn’t really care to know what to expect of it. I never had a discussion with my Mother about it. I just happened to see a pack of Whispers in her closet once and wondered what she would use it for. I knew from the advertisements that it was used for soaking some blue liquid. It didn’t look something of an interest to me. So I left it, believing that probably she also wanted to try and see what it’s used for, but poor Mom got fooled because we didn’t need it. We don’t use Neel . The day I got my periods, my mom gave me one of those liquid soaking pads. That’s when I understood what it was used for. While trying to figure out how...

Genetically, I have been blessed with a thick growth of hair. Just the placement of them went a little wrong. Instead of thick lush black hair on my head, I have thick black jungle on my legs. I didn’t know women needed to shave their body parts so that they don't repel men. I was in a convent school. I started off shaving my legs and hands when I was 14 and I didn't even understand why a naturally occurring process can be repulsive to somebody. Don't men get to choose whether they want to shave their beard or not. From the dreadful task of shaving every 2 weeks, also came the laziness of wearing skirts and shorts. I used to opt for long sleeves and jeans, only to delay the appointment with my razor for another week. Coming of age, I started getting attracted to guys in my class. I realized, in-order to gain the confidence to even go and talk to them, I need to feel confident inside out. Imagine my plight if the guy’s arms touched mine and he jumps off his seat...