A few days ago, I wasn’t so careful while trying to reassemble my brother’s computer and got cuts in my right index finger. It’s 2 two cuts in one quick succession; the first one was just on the tip of the finger and the second one was slightly off the nail. Just yesterday, I got another cut on guess what — the same index finger while the previous ones weren’t yet healed. I probably got cut by the grass while I was origanizing a bonding game on the grass pitch during a khmer gathering.

So just small cuts, why making a big fuss about them? No it’s not about the cuts themselves. It’s about the fact that, they brought back memory. “3 cuts in one finger”, “2 cuts in one go”, “another cut came soon later” — the memory that has taught me alot in life.

And of course, the first cut was the deepest.

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