What comes to your mind when you see a scar? The story behind it right? Most people have scars; I do too, several actually. Scars could be big or small, raised or flat, new or old, caused by accident or may be self-inflicted. Bottom-line, scars have a story behind them. I have one on my left leg which I consider memorable. It is a small, raised scar caused by a knife stab. Yes a knife stabbed me there, that’s why I consider it memorable.
You see, for most people, when they hear about a knife stab, they immediately think of violence. Well in my case, it was peaceful. Now I know what you’re thinking, what the heck is a peaceful stab? Let me tell you the story.
I had a cousin who was staying with us temporarily (well, not too temporal but that is story for another day) while he sorted his accommodation out. He had a good job at the bank and was earning a really decent pay for a bachelor. Anyway, a fine day came that he decided he had saved enough, had gotten an apartment and was now ready to move out. Great news! We decided to help him move. We packed his things into different bags and carried them by hand to his new place (distance not too far I promise).
While we were on our way, he decided since it was getting dark, he should get some utensils he could start using. He bought some spoons, forks, and of course a knife. They were packaged in a nylon – very flimsy material and put in a bigger, slightly thicker polythene bag along with some other things. Not too long after we continued our journey, I felt a sharp yet dull pain in my leg, it’s really hard to explain but this was the exact sensation I felt. I looked down, only to see the knife gently going in and out of the injured spot apparently moving with each step I took.
The knife had pierced through the nylon and into my leg. The wonderful thing is it stayed focused on a small part, seemingly determined to create an adequate housing for itself there, not moving further, only deeper. The real pain began when I moved the bag away from my leg. Oh dear, the pain was sharp, as I continued walking it became both dull and sharp, made my leg feel heavy and even felt ticklish at some point, like it was mocking me. I bore it; cleaning it with a material I had in my hands and told no one. Not smart I know but that’s one of the reasons why it’s memorable.
I had a small but deep knife cut and the scar from it is still obvious till today. The story behind it made me realize that, we should not be so quick to judge a scar or the person because, the story we make up in our heads for it may be completely different from the real deal.
Do you have a scar?
What’s your scar story?
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