THE DARK-PINK LIPS ON MY WRIST
“All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That is his.” Oscar Wilde O n my left wrist, there is a dark-pink birth-mark. That looks like as though a woman has left it there with her sweet lips. Whenever people notice it and ask, some touching it gently – “What is this?”, I tell them, “My Mom’s kiss!” So, when Oscar Wilde said, “No man does,” he, perhaps, hadn’t seen these pink lips on my wrist… Thank God, I am spared from the tragedy! We were five brothers; and I was the second son of my Dad and Mom. When there are no daughters at home, one of the sons is bound to be treated as a girl of the house. I don’t feel like a ‘sissy’ when I claim, “I was the girl of my parents!”. On the contrary, I feel like a real ‘man’! With that dark-pink birth-mark, I seem to have inherited some of my Mom’s characteristics… Mom was hard-working… So am I. Mom was hyper-sensitive… So am I. Mom was compassionate… So am I. Mom was simple… So am...