A couple of mornings ago, when I
was in a hurry to reach college as soon as possible, I got a paper cut which
led to continuous bleeding for a few minutes. Reaching college was so important
to me that I did not even bother to give it a second look and by the time I saw
it again, the blood had dried. The cut was a deep one as compared to others on
my finger. Paper cuts are quite familiar and frequent with me. [:-P] By the end of that day it was still
hurting so I thought maybe I should pay some attention to it then with all the
works done.
One of my hostlers suggested that
I should put on a band aid. It would be fine, I said smiling at the thought of
band aids. As a child I always wanted a band aid stuck here and there on my body.
If I look back then I can proudly say that I have never put on a band aid on my
wounds. Yeah! Never at all. ‘I am hurt- spirit applied- wound burn- let it dry
by itself’ was a rule applied to me.
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I remember doing stupid things
with cotton, gauze pads and doctor tape. I would place the cotton on my toes or
fingers, put a drop of sauce on it and then wrap it with gauze or doctor tape.
I always had the impression that sauce does the work of blood. I have repeated
it so many times that I guess my limbs at some point of time were virtually
wounded with ketchup flowing down my skin. That was me.
Once one of my classmates fell
down from his bed and hurt his head so hard that he had to put those white
tapes all around his head for a while. And as for me I tried falling down but
never did I get hurt. When my friend fractured her hand, I wanted the plaster
to be on my hand instead. When someone put a band aid on his thumb because of a
cut, I wanted a cut too. I probably tried every possible way to get a severe
injury, nothing happened to me. I tried all stunts that I could on a cycle,
still nothing!
I do not know why I had this fascination;
band aids and plasters always were something I wanted on me. My parents and
friends scolded me badly for such an attraction towards stuffs like this. I
couldn’t help it. It was always in my head may be because like others I was
never treated in such a way. Though I no longer have such unusual wishes, every
time I pass by the medical store I have the urge to buy a couple of band aids.
I know I won’t be using them anyway anymore. But still band aid would remain my
unwonted fascination forever.
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