Like a fool, and for the first time, I found myself crying after a hair-cut. I mean of all the things, a hair-cut.
I still do not know what made those tears come. Whether it was the bad hair-cut or the obnoxious, overbearing attitude of the 'lady' who was giving me the cut or was it simply because I suddenly felt the weight of losing half a feet of hair. I had felt so helpless sitting there with half my hair in shreds and the other half shrouding my face like rags while 'that lady' was pompously telling me that I should have shampooed my hair with a conditioner to get a good hair-cut. Just imagine that feeling when you think that you may just have lost half your hair without expecting any worthwhile result! For the first time I couldn't even bear to look at myself in the mirror after the ordeal (pardon me if I am melodramatising). No matter how much my mother said that the hair-do was really looking good on me, I couldn't bear it. I simply rushed out of the parlour and back home.
Maybe those tears were because I was expecting some drastically different and 'cool' hairdo after having bravely volunteered to get my hair cut, and I emphasise, half a feet of hair cut actually. I guess these 'make-over' stories aren't really for us. We are just ordinary people, rather I am just an ordinary girl with ordinary hair and an ordinary face. Maybe I am just someone who melts with the crowd instead of sitting like the icing on top.
Maybe I am just an ordinary fool...........
2 comments:
i can totally relate to this!
you know those fancy haircuts are just meant to be in magazine pages.but take heart pal,one good thing about hair is that it grows back :)
yes...that's the silver lining I'm looking for....... :-)
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