The scar remains..

We are five brothers. I, with a big head and a nose of huge size was always considered to be ugly among them by one and all.  Many of our relatives used to openly comment on my ugly features, especially on the shape of my nose.  One old lady used to say that my nose was so big that three pairs of cows would go inside it, She used to call me courtyard-nosed, meaning, my nose was as flat and big as a courtyard.

I always felt humiliated and neglected. Used to feel lonely and worthless. I hated my face, was afraid to look at the mirror and always hesitated to laugh fearing that I would look even uglier if I laughed. I developed some kind of inferiority complex and always avoided meeting others. As a result, I was friendless, a loner.

Things changed after I married, became a father and started feeling wanted and adored by at least three souls of this world. My faith in God also helped me to realize that I am also one of His creations and in His eyes I am equally important and handsome.

I can now laugh openly never caring how I look while laughing.

And ironically my friends in facebook like my profile picture, a laughing me.

But when I remember my childhood, the bitter memory still disturbs me. The scar refuses to go away.
When will we learn to avoid giving weightage to beauty which is only skin deep? Probably, never.