Hands

It has always given me an immense sense of satisfaction and accomplishment when I have finished fixing something that has been non functional for some reason or built something. When nothing else is there, I look for opportunities to untie knots in ropes, strings and whatever that I would get my hands on, but the opportunities to do so are a bit rare.

Just after eid, after taking care of fixing at home, I realized the overwhelming sense of satisfaction that over came me. It was euphoric. I was resting by mum and told her how I felt. She was no stranger to the feeling. She smiled and told me my father has said the same to her several times and that her father too, was a person of the same sort. Always fixing things.

What surprised me, or rather left me a bit shocked was that when I am engrossed in the practice of fixing something, my hands and fingers work with an almost surgical accuracy when even working on the smallest components. However, strangely, I have a writing that is generally very tough to comprehend and there have been occasions when even I have had trouble reading my own handwriting. I cannot write, I cannot draw. Yet I am thankful for all that I have achieved despite the the (drastic) effects of these shortcomings.

I wonder if I would have been the same person if I had a different set of hand traits.


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  1. mutarjam Avatar

    I don’t know if we’ve been able to accurately define exhaustively what makes us “who we are”. And there’re people researching about “Genetic Memory” (e.g. http://www.morris.umn.edu/academic/fclt/
    Working%20Papers/E.Borchardt.pdf)

    But the key thing I noticed and really liked in your post is the awareness of yourself. I’d say perhaps you recognized your “hand traits” because of the person you are, rather than the reverse.

    But what do I know… I have a hard time holding on to my experiential memory, let alone genetic 😀