Sometimes I feel, I am not made for this world. I never used to think this way when I was an infant but as I entered puberty, it was like a bombshell fell on me.

My name is Rochelle, I’m an Afro-Indian. I never liked social life at all. I was called the biggest introvert on this whole planet.

The most annoying thing about my life was my parents forcing me to study whole day.

I had no problems with this world when I had my headphones on, listening to my favourite band, baking myself some cake. But my mom! Once I was in the middle of baking cookies when she yelled, “Rochelle, Why are you not studying?”

“Because I’m done with my homework.”

“Then learn something, don’t sit free at least. I don’t want you to present me a mark sheet like your last one. It was awful.”

I just zipped my mouth and grabbed a book next to me dropping the idea of baking cookies that day. My life was not in the books, I wanted to be a master chef. I loved cooking. But she, or my dad, won’t ever agree.

I never spoke up for myself. I always kept quiet but sometimes I just wanted to burst out, but what can an introvert do anyway?

The only best thing was, when my parents were out and I had headphones stuck to my ears and I cooked and baked till they return. But my elder brother won’t let me do that in peace too. He was so exasperating! He always ate the whole thing I made.