“Hey you won’t believe what I saw motu, it was a Prega news checker in Sakshi’s dustbin.

Hawwww really? I asked,

Hmmm, now I get why she was crying yesterday, poor girl. I knew her boyfriend was a fucker”

Oopss! I seemed to have leaked our so called personal chat roomie. My apologies for }}breaking our ‘girl code’ (that’s right we follow codes too).

So, what runs behind the walls of a girl’s hostel?

If you ask a guy about it, which by the way is mecca he has never been to, he will tell you about pillow fights and girls struggling around in their lingerie.

Well, it seems to be a perfect scene to get you a visual boner but, unfortunately that never happens. We surely have pillow fights, but in our most relaxed pajamas.

Let’s take a trip to the girl hostel because believe me, it is no less than an adventure!

When you start walking down the corridor, you might find a girl hugging a teddy bear to her chest as she talks over her phone, the other one drawing graffiti on her blue jeans while singing her favorite song.

We were raised with dolls instead of football thus, women are different from men. They are pretty and smell like angels as the major business goes on in their washrooms.

Yes! We are hygienic. We might not take shower regularly but you will find us fresh every day.

Now, that’s not because we are born pretty but the reason could be the new peel off mask in the market.

The day flies because of college hours but the real life starts with the evening snacks and tea.

The dim lights and the wind blowing across the hall gives birth to the bitchy us!

That’s right, we talk a lot and a lot here includes from development of atom till issues related to erectile dysfunction.

Few girls are too cool to talk about sex at anytime, anywhere irrelevant to the position of the Sun.

Most of the girls wait till dawn to set up the mood. But the point is we do talk about sex and it is no less fun than bunch of guys enjoying porn together.

“Sex is a dark place, and everyone is swinging a lantern, finding their individual ways.

When we compare notes with our girlfriends about adventures in the wilderness, we’re also leaving footprints of why we feel, what we think, and how we dream.

If you follow our tracks, we’ll take you back to where we live.”

Our initial days of bonding sparked with that small little game we played –MY DIRTY SECRET.

In this, every girl has to dissect her “private life” and tell her friends in excruciating details of how her first “intimate encounter” was and every other such incident after that. It was a rule.

So guys, remember to be extra loving the next time around because we talk out almost each detail.

In every group there is always a girl who is most experienced than others.

I call her ‘The naughty story teller’.

She tells a kinky story piece by piece, gauging her listener, pulling back if she senses disapproval, and elaborating if she perceives approval.

She will be bragging but at the same time she surely acted like Dr. Sigmund Freud for all of us.

Hey, is it true that it hurts the first time you do it? Or can we regain the virginity again?

These were some of the typical questions bombarded to her in our every so called ‘group study’, and she being the leg puller always had a reverse question reserved.

Why? When do you plan to give your flower to him?

We all use to burst out in tears of laughter as for the first time non-veg things were getting served on the plates of pure vegetarians.

I still remember that night when in between our random laughs, I asked her – do you think I am a whore?

She said “Everyone’s a whore. We just sell different parts of ourselves”.

These late night pain and pleasure stories made us laugh like hell and also, for once we could all talk like sluts without being judged.

In hostels, there’s no point pretending to be anyone other than yourself. Other girls will see you in your best and worst days, know what your deepest fears are and after too many glasses of wine you will end up spilling your deepest stored desires.

We are much more than the innocent face and cute smile. WE ARE WILD. We hold ourselves tightly till a cool breeze blows across our face to turn us into ‘Menaka’.

“Behind every innocent girl, I found a hooker wearing thong and suspenders”

Our education system failed to provide us sex education and kept it as a matter of shame.

I carried this shame till I reached the Girl’s hostel for my higher education. Now, our dustbins are full of “dump of shame” because it took us 20 years to finally became sexually independent and talk ourselves out.

Watching X-rated videos obviously helped me to understand our body. But that won’t count as education.

The wisdom passed on by the naughty story tellers surely will. I will call it wisdom cause let’s face it, loving is an art.

Sex is the best way to express your creativity onto the canvas of a naked body. If you still call sex dirty, then it is high time to question your artistic skills.

I may call them the dark secrets but they turned out to be the brightest ones, that I will always be proud off.

Somewhere I too feel like I am a naughty story teller, but it took me 20 years to meet myself. So, just speak your heart out including the dirty stuff, Who knows….even you might discover yourself in the process!

 

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