Today’s Writing Prompt: When was the last time you screamed and why? This blog is going to be in 4 parts. Part 1, (It was inspired by a post by one of my friends, The Life enhancing Life , asking her readers to open the gate, let all the emotions out. I had written this particular blog but never posted it.) Hmm, that’s not a hard one to figure out. I scream a lot — several times a day, in fact. People often say I don’t have an indoor voice. Being loud is the first thing people notice about me. I’m always loud. I laugh loud, I argue loud, I cheer loud. I suppose I was born a screamer. But when I really think about it, maybe it’s not just about volume. Maybe it’s about who I am — and where I come from. I was born a girl in the 70s, in India. Societal constraints dictated that I be quiet, submissive, agreeable. But I wasn’t. And that’s because my father wouldn’t allow it. He raised me to have a voice — not just a whisper, but a roar when needed. He told me nev...