Few days back I attended a crash course with a nightmare. I believe that while reading this piece you would not find a hint of Hyperbole.
To start with, while I travel from place to places, I have a very bad/weird habit of observing ppl a lot. The way they walk, talk, look around (stare at me), and most importantly their looks. When I see a leprosy patient or a half burnt beggar in train, I always tend to ignore or infact try not to look at them. What bothers me the most is their ugly, disfigured faces. I realise I am sounding harsh, rude and truly “Satanic”. But remember my nightmare, which changed my life (not drastically) but to a beautiful extent.
Coming back to the D day it started off from a tiny, little part of my lovely system- my tooth, the Canine. And then the same developed into a big swollen cheek and eye. Gosh! I thougt I was still asleep. But Hey! I pinched my hand . NO WAY! The first question was Whose This? And then Why ME? I could not face my own family with such a goitre on my face. I felt shy in front of Ppl. The most traumatising moment is when you have to explain to “Well Wishers” why it happened. I couldn’t have a look at the mirror. Din’t want to see the being on the other side.
But then I knew I love myself, my face. Down came the Enlightenment. Its so difficult to carry a weird face everywhere, but it takes great guts to flaunt it with confidence. Cudos to only Humanity (from now on) and “Boo Hoo” to Beauty. I have found my inner self. Now on friendz I wud try avoiding “Hey Buddy! How do I look today?”