Scars for Life

While in Dubai, of what I know from my mom, we lived a pretty decent life. Plush homes, good food and an overall better standard of living is what we experienced back then in the early nineties.

I was born approximately a year and three months later to my elder brother. As a person since the beginning I have been pretty self involved and have never troubled anyone to an extent. But if I start to do so, I do become very irritating. Off late I realize that.

Now, Burhan (my elder brother) used to be a very naughty chap. He used to throw things around the house and my mom used to keep cleaning those. 25 years down the line and this story still stands true. I pray to the Almighty that he realizes that; things which he uses needs to be put back where they belong, without troubling someone else.

One sunny day, while she was bathing me, Burhan created some ruckus in the living room, owing to which she had to leave me for a while in the bathroom to check what he was upto. 

While she was away, being of a year of age, I tried to shut the running tap of hot water (acting smart as usual, though not smart anyway). Never did I know that the water would be boiling hot and it would take a while for my mom to return.

I reached the tap and the super hot, super boiling water spilled on my right leg. Lo and behold, I am sure I must have screamed on top of my lungs and my mom must have come in for rescue. A permanent scar registered on my foot then.

Till day, whenever I glance upon the skin on my right foot (though now its not so visible) reminds me of the day when all of this might have happened. I keep laughing at myself, thinking about what might I have thought of while running the hot water on myself. 

I sincerely thank my mom, pray for her and I wish she keeps smiling and spreading strength as she has always done.

Kudos.