It's been years since I don't believe upon fallen stars.
My maa once said "Fallen stars will grant your wishes, today stay awake and wish for anything you want." I did stay awake in the freezing coldness at 1 am being a 7 year old.
Suddenly a streak of light flashed in the sky quickly. I immediate whispered to me heart, "I saw patched dress people on streets yesterday, please turn them into people like us."
Next day, maa asked me whether I wished for something. I nodded my head.
Today, after years realizing poverty would never fade away. My mind only with cloud of chaos lies in the couch, looking out of the world in the window. The dark sky had tiny twinkling stars. Just like that day, today again a streak of light flashed the sky. I didn't want to wish upon those "fallen stars", not because they didn't fulfill my wish, but because they are already "fallen".
Dear scars, I know you. You have been a part of me, since years. I have always wanted to hide you. I have been believing that you are a symbol of ugliness, but I regret for all the stuffs that I had did to make you fly away from my skin. I applied turmeric over you, squeezed lemon juice, use foundation to hide you. I know I have made you feel hard, harder, hardest. I tried to conceal you in the most possible ways. I regret for all the attempts I did. Little did I know, each of you present all over me is the reason for my smile. I didn't know all these days I had been battling over life and just then you were born, lying in my skin. I didn't know that you were the result of the meaningful battle. I didn't know that you are the identity of my life. I didn't know that applying remedies over you may erase you forever from me, but can't create a purpose for my life. Each of you I hold today, maybe visible everywhere, to everyone. People may call it ugly, I swear, I'll not conceal you anymore hereafter, yes I will not. I know you. I'll flaunt you, because you are a part of me. A part that makes people call me Wildflower. Even if they don't, I do.