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Yes, that is as big as the room was, and that is when I began to chicken out. I almost asked my great aunt to ask him if it was sanitary, but then decided that it was as good as it was going to get, and my entire month in India I had seen literally a million women with their noses pierced, and all of them looked just fine. So I sat down and waited for him to use a hammer and the wood you see to sharpen the tiny little piece of metal he was going to use to pierce my nose. After what seemed like forever he finished and then used the back of the earing (Indian nose rings are more like screws, the back is as long as the post, and the top screws into the hollow back.) So he stuck the sharpened metal into the back and pushed it through my nose, then removed it, pushed the diamond through and then proceeded to screw the bottom in, which was the worst part. But, thankfully my nose was numb and it hurt less than getting my ear pierced.
So, as you can see from the picture, I pierced the right side of my nose, because in southern India where my dad is from and where my grandmother lives, they pierced the right side of their nose and wear their saris over their left shoulder, and in the north they do the opposite.
Having a nose ring has been interesting, people definately notice and treat you differently. I am sure the vast majority of the population things I am horrible, and rebellious but I view it as part of my heritage and I love telling people that I got mine to match my grandma's. :) Yet, in Asheville - city of the wierdos - it seems to earn me instant respect.
I don't know if it is a forever thing, but I like it and love that I did it while I was in India and Andrew LOVES it and my grandma thinks it is cute, so I plan to keep it for the time being. :) So there you go, now you know the whole story... I hope you have enjoyed it. :)
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