The Temple scarred me for Life

Not the real temple. Courtesy of Unsplash.

I was around ten years old, when I got my first scar. In the temple, of all places. We were on a family vacation in India. We were in attendance for a distant cousins wedding. I didn’t much care at the time, but I was too young to roam around the streets of Hyderabad. My sister (three years older) and I were both confused at the whole tradition. Yes, we were Indians but we grew up in New Zealand, we weren’t used to weddings of this…