I knew that I was neither trying to fit in with the rest of the inked crowd nor was I trying to be a rebel

I knew when I got into it that it would be painful(but no idea as to how painful). I knew it would be expensive and it would be permanent. My original idea was to get something to thank the boss upstairs for helping me navigate through the highs and lows of the past decade since its been nothing short of a roller coaster from hell in parts. I initially dabbled with the idea of getting a peacock feather or Krishna’s couch (in short I was looking at complicated tattoos) , but not knowing my threshold for pain and knowing my intense fear of needles I decided to get something that I have written in the first page of every book I have ever started writing in for as long as I can remember 😀

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A relaxed evening at home with a book and a cup of tea watching the sunset from my balcony

Just like my two previous attempts I was completely prepared to bolt out of the studio and run for the hills. What saw me through to the finish this time around was a nut-case who in her own words held my heart while Scooby’s friends held my hands and spoke to me, poked fun at me, photographed me through the 15 minutes I sat on the executioner’s chair. I was even given the needle as keepsake.

The surprise was complete when I got home totally expecting too get murdered, but the mother proceeded to ask “Why did you get an Om? So old fashioned. You should have got a butterfly done. WITH COLOURS!!!”

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