The days of self examination and self realisation are done with. But the pain and marks still embark within me. Like a tattoo which I really wanted on myself, but ironically, the final imprint was not what I had in my heart. So now, I have become the tattoo artist myself, who wants to redo the wrongs and bring out just the right picture. With it, will come some more pain, and big pinches of ridicule, but when they see the final rosy picture, it will be justice for all the past moments. They might not smile or pat me on my back, but they will keep shut.