scar-e-crow

scars are trophies of various adventures
Scar–e–crow

Have you seen a football?

I’m a lot like it in size and also equally patched up. At my honest moments I know I wear them as trophies.

The first one us under my chin, I was all of 3yrs, I got stuck climbing up a tree, I had to prove to my 13yr old cousin that I was as good as her. A stitch in time saved the chin of mine.

The next one I was 5yrs, this was no trophy, and the shaft of the coconut tree fell on my head! 2 stitches set me right

At the age of 6 I thought what Hanuman can do I can do better, forget crossing the Indian Ocean I could not jump the 1 & half  feet compound, the stitches tallied to 5 this time.

Then came the appendectomy,

Now falling down and crashing in seemed less, I thought my body had set itself. Until I decided to butcher the jackfruit the causality was my wrist, convincing the surgery professor that it was not intentional was frustrating, even more embarrassing was the sight of the cockroaches that died drinking the blood that oozed!

If I thought that was it there is no more area left to be stitched a crash 10yrs later destroyed the only aesthetic region of me left, my legs! Now it looks like a stocking with a ladder!

The scar that hurts the most is not visible the one that is caused by hurtful words, and harmful deeds, the one that smashes the self-image. Unfortunately it happens only because I let it.