J's Musings

When I was 2, I got my ears pierced; that’s how we do it where I come from. A rather short story shorter, it was fricking painful. I was crying (as my parents told me), and the piercing in my right ear was way off centre.

I can no longer remember the pain, or the nanny who took me there with my dad, because he couldn’t bear to see his baby in pain. But if I ever bring it up with my dad, he ends up with watery eyes.

Now, 12 years since that, my right ear lobe piercing has- closed. It just, healed and now it has skin in place of the hole. Which means a very simple thing; I’m getting my ears pierced again.

I plan on getting it done the day after this is posted, on Thursday. More so because it is Dusshera and we buy gold on that day than anything else.

Two days ago, I was at a relative’s house, and was supposed to go get my ears pierced with them. Because, well, I was there and so was a jeweller. I put on some jeans and a t-shirt and we were ready to go. Which was when I made up this really dumb excuse of wanting to get pierced on Dussehra and not wanting to hurt my ears by dancing in the rain with a fresh piercing.

I give a rat’s fart about both those things. My biggest problem was that I wanted to get my ears pierced with my dad, and no one else. Both because he always knows the right way to get things done and also because I had kind of promised him, we would go together earlier. [we couldn’t because I had another appointment].

In my mind, getting a piercing holds great emotional value. I am not scared of needles, but I am extremely particular about kind of permanent things. And he is the only person who matches that energy.

From the exact spot of piercing to the earring I put in it, it has to be perfect. Something that stays forever should be after all.

Fathers and piercings can be so similar; permanent, at times bothersome, but if its right, give you utmost happiness.

I’m lucky to have the right kind of dad for me, I hope my piercing turns out just as well.

I just hope that for all of us out there, we don’t forget to show appreciation to the dads that just sit right with us; like they were made for us.

To the dads and daughters reading this,

I hope you can tell each other how much you mean to one another, because it is never too awkward to show love ❤

By,

Janhavi ❤