I had long hair, reached till my buttocks. I had started to grow it out from the 2nd year of my graduation. It was my “crowning” glory. Now here’s the story of what had occurred that unfortunate night.
I was coming back home from a coffee date with Ani, he booked me a cab till my place and I got going. Halfway, when I reached the area I lived in, I saw the parlor that I usually get my beauty treatment done. My friends and my photographer have been saying that my split ends look more visible on my hair now and I should get a trim. And I did.
Only to be surprised by the new length (read briefness) of my hair. She chopped off my hair by 4 inches. That is a lot.
I went back home and stared at the mirror for 10 long minutes. At least those minutes were longer than my hair. GODDAMNIT! I really don’t understand what is it with parlors and haircuts, they seem to get it wrong all the time. I literally got depressed over my new hair for few hours and I’m still growing into it.
Obviously I wanted to have healthy hair, but this new thing is just a little weird for me. This Pujo, I’m gonna have shorter hair and a smaller ego too, now that the best part f my body is gone.
Now everyone has been trying to console me about how good the quality of my hair is and how it will grow back in two months. And I know I’m not supposed to be anxious or thinking negative thoughts but trust me, this is all that’s floating around my head.
Sed is laif, laif is sed. And I end my rant here by saying that, if you have long hair like I used to have then please take someone along to an Indian Parlor for supervision. You cannot trust anyone. :’)