Why did this topic suddenly pop-up? How should I start? Why am I always writing about myself?
“I don’t know” is the common answer.
Okay, let me introduce all of you to my sibling, no not a sibling, yes, sibling (little confused).
The scar on my left arm is just 6 months younger than my brother.
Since the age of 5, we had been facing numerous questions, queries and inquiries together.
Yes, it rarely fails to grab attention from people. Everybody I meet in person never fail to raise questions about it.
When I was young, everytime I’m asked about it, I look at my mom and she narrates the incident to the questioner. As I grew up older, I began to answer all their dumb questions.
A couple of years back, a NEET aspirant asked:
” Hema, does it pain? ”
( Mind says: Dear Society, be ready to welcome a Doctor who lacks common sense.)