Two things everyone remembers about me is 1. my height and 2. my nose. There have been people who have actually come up to me and identified me based on my nose’s size. As if I’m a museum specimen...

The first time I got derided about it was in FYJC when a senior year girl came up to me and asked, “So you’re Captain Cook?” I’m sure the smart-ass meant Hook!

I guess it must have shrunk in size during the BSc days and again regrown to original size during MSc. “You’re blocking the view Bang!!!” was the commonest joke in the class…If I’m staring straight, then coz of my length, and if I’m looking sideways, then coz of my nose…

The question I got asked in truth or dare the most number of times was whether I faced any problems while kissing!!! WTF man…

My nose is because I am…Or I’m coz of it?

Some identity crisis…