Swalpa long, I think. The cut becomes a hard, raised rope on your skin that never really fades, itchy when it's hot. The doctors will say it's fine, but mine never listened, grew thick and angry across my stomach. It’s like my skin forgot how to heal sariyagi after that first bicycle fall on the tar road—every scratch now turns into a stubborn keloid, a permanent reminder.
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