...Wonder wounds!!... By Kulkarni Shalaka Ablaze over that ardent contact of your lesion with the “rude” dettol! Lachrymose of your cuts with the gruesome antiseptic… When you’re compulsorily asked to cleanse your hurt, with that monstrous medicine… and how you always screamed and screeched; wept and wailed; abused and cursed that monstrous medicine!! Undoubtedly, everyone memorizes that. The burning scratches, the untamed fractures, the tough sprains and the deep wounds! Can you overlook those sore sounds? Everyone; the ways down the road; almost everyone meets a necessary one. Either while learning a bicycle, or a moped; else a sedan! True story! Bicycle time is all the way knee busted! The red blood streaming down your “actual little brain”; educates your “actual little brain” about riding a bicycle. A gigantic grin! They say, an accident is so essential for your driving study! Same is the case with your moped and coupé! The irrevocable past evokes the tale of good old insane injuries! The outdoors caused so. You moaned and groaned but your mom for all time did the dainty dressing! No matter what, she felt the equivalent pain… but next day you were ready on a toe for striking the ground again… Reminiscing the eon of meringue memories when you shunned school for a petty broken knee, by no means did the homework for an awful hand, were excused for exam paper due to a fractured part; indeed a kid’s very happy heart!! And this happy heart cured torment over the distress in a second. Life was king-sized. And there was bliss. And mom’s nosh was so there in that painful paradise… T.V. was near and rest was dear! When, close to healing, you used to deliberately remove that brown skin and it would bleed again! Motive in the rear was very very impish. That you could reside home; enjoying the ecstatic moments for heck of time. So mischievous!! Personally, I met stupid falls hell of times. It was baloney. My countrymen used to label me a “damaged piece”. Sorry, as the legacy still continues. They still do. Even tease me over the fact that I should marry a doctor because the bandage fabrics, creepy crepes and monstrous medicines including the diagnosis will be on hand; and in plenty; plus at any inevitable instant! They could even gather my falls into the compiled series shown on one of the kids’ channels since long! Jokes apart, the falls do caused dents. Living in the woe of one now! Mind strike of this bizarre topic, WOW! :D The graffiti over a fractured. The pious pampered emotions. Ordering feel; like a boss. Absolute rest. Lovable bed with its best buddy cushion and just the self! No work. No worries. No school and no studies! Enjoying handful of the mentioned above; thanking my WONDER WOUNDS; the smile over my visage you see; yeah that one; gotcha; THE SMILE… Aha!!
Posted on: Thu, 04 Jul 2013 14:33:28 +0000
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