Love Thy Hair
During my childhood, there was a very peculiar thing that my mother ran all over my body. When I turned seven, yes, on the morning of my birthday, I was chased by my grandmother with a “Nariyal Tel Bottle” in her hand. Obviously I don’t remember what she was saying, but she meant that I would look “Sundar” if I apply that on my hair. I don’t apply any oil on my hair now. Who will want to waste 10 minutes of his morning to apply oil which in turn ‘fevicols’ your hair!
But, I do love my shampoo that gives my hair a tender touch. Its a true fact, I like to cuddle my hair very much. The topic for this blog, has been so very rightly put. Love is indeed a two way street especially when you talk about your love for your hair. See that big animal, Yeti, he who never cuts his hair and in turn his hair protects him from cold. See that human being, who goes to the salon every 30 days and ends up being bald at the age of 40 now.
1) I know it was my misconception, but to me the oil was my enemy, and thus, I never let it come near me.
2) Monday-Friday the same story everyday. Mommy keeps saying, that I am getting late to school but I cannot, just cannot get out of the bathroom without flirting with my hair with a shampoo. 😀 May the bus leave, but I cannot leave without this.
3) Keep excusing myself in front of my papa who keeps telling me to cut my hair. Ultimately, I do feel bad when the barber harshly harms them at the swish-slash of his scissors.
4) I wear a cap always when I got out in sun, just to ensure that my hair doesn’t suffer in the heat.
Love thy Hair! 😀