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Tryst with the dentist

I was 7 and in the dentist’s chair. My mom was right beside me. Encouraging and egging me on. The dentist was all sugar as she helped me into her chair. But I should have known better. She pushed into my gums something to help me not feel the pain later. It is ironic how painful this pain-relieving process was. And so, teary-eyed, I looked at her with disgust, at my mom with a how-could-you-do-this-to-me face and I ran.  As soon as I found that the two women around me were engrossed in their own little talk, I slipped off the chair and I ran all the way home without a backward glance.  I sat inside the house all day with a swollen gum (all thanks to the Cruella with needles) cursing the newly built-up courage that took me to her in the first place! I was 10 and in the dentist’s chair. My mom was right beside me, encouraging and egging me on. This time the dentist was a student. And not a smart one. He tried with all his might to pull out one of my canines.  Heavens know what prob