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Hairy Tales !

Salons are for pampering narcissism. And not my favorite place, mainly because people watching isn't very interesting. The lady behind me said, her boss commented, her hair is loud! Some cloud of spray and a few hours of foil wrap later, her specialist remarked " Ab to boss bhi khush hoga! " Eyerolls! 
Now in walks this lady, all of two... Determined that she doesn't want to look like a boy. She is a bit intimidated, a bit curious and looked too cute with her mass of curly hair, which the grandmom declared is making her hot! 
She was put on a plank to face the mirror... Fascinated she was preening at the back to back reflection. Then there was this drawer full of clips. Noticing me she offered me one. The scissors were scary, but she held on. The mother and grandmother, very much a part of the process as the little one settled in with the make over process. Girls will be girls... Just give them a mirror! 
Suddenly remembered Chibu's first hair cut at the para r chine parlor! The minute the scissors came down, he bit the girl who was trimming his hair! She yelped and ran away and that was it. I paid for the haircut, the medicines and was banned from the place.I came home chopped the rest of the hair as he slept. 
Next came a roadside saloon ( not salon) at Garia. The guys would prop him up on the wooden plank so that he could watch the traffic in the big mirror, and that made the task easier. 
In between there was Anita Saloon, but the saga ended when on the way back mamam was pushed by an oxen.. ' Mammam k shaanr gunti mama kore dilo... ' Howl howl! 
Ahh.. Hairy tales! And this little girl preened and pirouetted and clapped at the end result! 
Girls are so easy to please! 

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  1. deeps8 June 2019 at 00:52

    it would be nice to see your expressions sitting in a salon!!

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