Ever since childhood, I had always been a self-proclaimed princess and I was crowned as one too in those fancy-dress competitions at school. I loved posing in front of the cameras and mirrors whenever and wherever I would get one. Life was much like a fairy tale for me until I had a peek-a-boo with the dark deadly hidden realities of life.
Recently I met with a minor accident at home and got a bruise on my left cheekbone. The bruise has almost healed but has left behind a much noticeable 3 cm long scar on my face. For initial days I was strictly instructed by the doctor not to apply any chemical treatments on my face until my bruise gets healed completely.
However, feelings of sheer embarrassment and despair deep within me forced me to hide my recently grown facial flaw with concealers, makeups and what not. My pain and disgust excruciated me down so deeply that I restrained myself under the walls of my home evading from all social contacts for more than a week.
Finally I have been given an ointment for daily application in order to get rid of that horrible scar and I hope it could do justice to my face in sometime. But the irony is how I realize the sorrows that have been granted to me by those people in my life whom I considered special.
Such sorrows not only carve an indelible imprint on our hearts but also leave behind scars that are even more painful that those bruises. While penning this down I introspect from my very own experiences in the past how I say some scars are beyond attenuation.
The best way to overcome such pragmatic circumstances is to make your own willpower strong enough to forgive and let go.
“Self is the most powerful healer, count on none other than your own being”. Amen :’)
Feel free to share your thoughts on how a scar has impacted your life!