So some of you may alreday know that I have this set of exams from 15th Feb, which is tomorrow to 10th of March. And these exams are a big deal because the percentage will decide my future stream of subjects, which in turn will decide my future career (or possibilities). This is a big deal, because well, India does not have enough Humanities and Arts related jobs. And guess what? My first exam is english. And I was revising about 29 chapters + 10 grammar topics (not counting the sub parts), and my mum hasn't given me food since morning. We've all been down since my male catto is nowhere to be seen. And I was forced to cook my own food and tea- and the thing is...my hands are covered with scars from my catto's gf (I call her a gf. I don't think Ronny has any feelings for Mimi. He's a truly kind soul. He knew she was being bothered by other males for "mating", so he was busy protecting her and even brought her to our home. And yes she's preggo-), because she's way too playful and mentally scared. So i went to cook. And guess what? Everything's a mess (because my dad has his own diet he's following to prove that he can decrease his weight. I mean it's working, but starving oneself for thin belly? Not possible. He's a good chef, he never became a chef though. So who did he make a foodie? His daughter.) and I cleaned it up. Then began cooking, only the thing is, the gas thingy wasn't working and so I kpt trying to figure it out, and then it lit up. And burned my hand. On my recent scar. Yay!
It's funny to think that 5 years ago I burned half my knee. Or the skin. What happened was pretty simple. I love bathing in semi boiling water. I don't know why, but evn in summer I like bathig in such waters. Like a hot spring. In the bath tub. So that one day in winter I opened the tap, and was holding it, swinging my leg about like some super star or something and singing (which irritates everyone in my house, because back then, I sang loud.LOUD.) and the thing was the water was BOILING HOT. Hotter than my skin could accept it, and I burned it. And I didn't say a single thing. I tried putting it inside cold water, and kept it hidden. Until after an hour I told my mum about the incident because my leg was hurting. And owuln't you like to know how good the burn was bloated? Filled with so much pus. It was huge. Took me three months to get over it.
