She looks ugly when she’s angry. She is scared of herself while she’s angry, let alone be the others. The days and months of tolerance and hatred boiling within her, bursting like a new born volcano is so much hard to take in. Her words like lava attacks whatever is within her reach. Prey or Predator – she doesn’t really differentiate them at that time. She engulfs everyone in her fiery shadow all the same.

Her anger takes the shyness out of her. It makes her a pretty bold lady who can only understand one set of rules –  her own. It may make her antisocial, a bit weird, a bit hard to understand, somewhat mean, selfish or even silly. But mostly it reminds her of her own identity. It reminds her of what she wants to do – and not what everyone else wants her to do! Maybe anger is her silent motivator…?

– Suri