I had a mole on my nose - large enough, that my own eyes could see it. I had it since my childhood days and it’s a kind of my birth mark too. I remember it was small when I was young, but with my growth it also started to expand almost deforming my otherwise a beautiful nose.
People say, moles are normally associated with good luck and my mother would never budge herself from this contention. But my mole had me more bad lucks than good lucks. I’m sure most of my friends, bosses, peers and subordinates would have had their own versions of my personality printed in their minds, although only few people dared to speak to me upfront. Some (particularly strangers) must have surely taken it for a housefly at their first sight. During my youthful age, some girls might have even turned away depressed after seeing this awful mark on my nose. Or they might have never cared about it at all, but this was how I used to feel – a constant depression and hopelessness. Amidst all these negative thoughts, there was one person who liked my mole – he was then the Assistant Principal of Sherubtse College. He said, “You’ve a beautiful mole on the nose.” This did not impress me for I knew what he actually meant.