30 DAYS OF DEEP AND RANDOM QUESTIONS (a series)

DAY 16:

"What's the most hurtful thing someone has ever said to you?"

I grew up in a family, wherein insult was never a dish served in the tab. It excisted but kept at the back pocket, and saved for special occasions. And I have been insulted by people quiet to many, but those words just passed through the other ear and never left any mark. I have even forgotten most of those insults and the person who blurted it out, may it be out of anger or frustration.

But the most hurtful thing that was thrown at my face made me relieve all the pain I felt back then, to be told insignificant and that all my hard work is at face value. That maybe I was never smart, and that is the reason I failed to become what I wanted to be as an engineer. I was too dumb to become an engineer. And that insult was wrapped in ball of bad language and painful lashes of the tongue.

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