A hot summer afternoon. It was especially hot that year. I remember sitting in the shadow of a banyan tree. The ghost tree other students called it as there were rumours that the tree was haunted. It stood out from the rest of the trees in our school and not a lot of students went near it. For me, it was a perfect place. A place of solitude in an innocent time of my life. A place where I could be by myself and do things that I couldn’t do elsewhere. I was young and had just started discovering my sexuality, a sort of exhibitionist. I could feel my body changing. Every inch of it. My breasts were getting bigger and my hips curvier. I felt different sensations that were alien to me. It was an exciting time and I was on a journey to discover what secrets my body held.
Schools in India are tough on young girls. Unlike western countries, girls had to wear a uniform that restricted us from showing off our bodies. I wasn’t allowed to freely flaunt my big breasts and our skirts were long enough to extend below the thighs. We all looked the same and we all felt the same. I always liked my freedom and hated this dress code.