Could rules suppress the soul without the soul’s realization? The obedient girl walked a narrow line. She met expectations, fulfilled her responsibilities, excelled in her life. If she were to stand at that moment before her maker, the pearly gates would open wide, and the angels would sing their welcome. But for all her dutiful accomplishments, she didn’t know her true sense. What makes her tick? Who is she outside of rules? Every so often, a yearning bubbled up. A yearning for what she knew not. She’d suppress it with a sip of Chai tea because it’s good for you.