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I knew this was coming. I knew I would get another tattoo when I got inked last time  (more than 2 years ago) - not exactly what and when. But I enjoyed the process and would want another one. Remember, last time, I just got onto this mood and set off on my first tattoo journey. The similar happened this time as well. Going through a lot of ups and down, a lot to hold onto this poor small brain - I went to this phase, again. I had been thinking of getting a second tattoo. I had been browsing the internet for inspirations, for something that would match up to the values I wanted to write onto my body, saving a lot of tattoo pictures and designs. Then, one Saturday, free of the usual work and sad thoughts, I opened up the Inkscape  on my laptop and started on my design. Over the 2 years, I was almost sure of what to get finally. I was sure I wanted to get a minimalist, line tattoo, probably a geometric one -  not just sure of how to integrate them into the design. I made a few

And I got inked I remember the school days when I would draw small drawings, texts on the back of my hand, arm, feet. I am sure you all did it. But I might be little different to you. I continued this habit till my Bachelor's and even do now. When I felt anxious during exams and couldn't focus, I would just start doodling on my body. Grade 8. I had this stupid idea of having a permanent mark on my hand. I just took a blade (sterilized it by heating, of course) and started cutting marks on my hand and putting colors in the cuts. I have no idea why I did this. I just wanted to have one. Well that didn't work much.  Grade 10 probably. I saw about this traditional method of tattooing. They would pierce swiftly with a pin/needle or something like that and make tattoos. I remembered the traditional tattoos in Nepali context. Women used to have these dots on their faces and hands. One of my classmates had it too. I got curious. I began researching about it. Well