Story

There was a tiny rash. Miss Mess saw the tiny pink rash and scratched it. Tiny rash turned red. Miss Mess tried to not to scratch so that it could heal but the rash would not go…and then the irritable urge to scratch. Miss Mess again absentmindedly scratched it. Tiny rash is big rash, even more painful. Miss Mess knew that scratching may even cause infection because her nails are dirty. But then one day she had nothing to do and she, without thinking, scratched it. Rash worsened. Miss Mess went out to play basketball and the rash sat on her toe veeery patiently knowing that Miss Mess would scratch again knowingly or by chance and the rash’s existence would be refueled. Well, it happened. Rash turned in to a real big irritating thing. Miss Mess looked at the rash, her own toe harbored the rash…and then rash has its own existence. Miss Mess decided that rash is opposed to her existence as it is harbored on her, sits on the toe it eats it. Rash is just following its nature-to make the beautiful toe ugly and susceptible to infection, painful! Rash had to die she decided. Miss Mess did not ignore the rash this time, she understood its nature. The rash swells when she has dirty nails, when she plays in dirt or when she falls for the false call to scratch. Aha ! Dirt is its nature. Miss Mess faced the pain, she pressed the infected rash, got the puss out, cleaned it with Neem water. Miss Mess got rid of dirt…and the rash was gone.
Miss Mess said “Rash bothered me, it was me who harbored it for free…now that I do not ignore it nor do I treat it as my own…now that I got rid of the dirt the rash is gone. Yes the rash is gone!” Miss Mess smart ass.