Giving Up On Girlhood!

"Why do I fail ? Why is it that I remember that I studied this exact same topic back at home, but I cannot remember what I studied? Why is everyone writing while I'm left? Why is everyone running while I'm falling behind? What is in everyone that I lack? Why can't I score full marks at a test , I used to be so smart!"

"out of so many men with lusty eyes, emotionless eyes, proud eyes, confused eyes, I'm in love with someone with a pair of raw, unorganised, pure and intrigued eyes.

That man is art,

a kind of art that can only be captured in cheap materials, like children's crayons, an art that lacked realism, an art that can only be given form through a child's pure imagination, before that imagination is penetrated by social standards of love and beauty, an art which is fickle,a subject of trivia, not aesthetically pleasing to our eyes, yet means the world to the child who drew it with its inexperienced hands, assymetric and unorganised, yet doesn't fail to capture the essence of the child's thoughts.
He was that kind of art. He was my kind of art."

Meet Kriti Chatterjee, a teenager who is a 'gifted burnt out kid ' , born in a strict Indian middle class family, When it came to looks, Kriti could be described as the gen z slang 'mid', irrespective of her appearance she manages to find love, but at what cost?

A journey of self love, self acceptance, exploring femininity, understanding feminine teenage and desires, and finding true love.
In this story Kriti realises that ,"Vienna waits for her".