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The Hair Story ♥




My hair in the span of two years :)

I 'm the kind of girl who fusses about her hair a lot. And by a lot I mean, A LOT ! Those of you who know me personally know that a good hair day equals happy me. I never wanted to be this person but it's too late to change that now. And moreover, I was born this way *wink*

A framed picture in my room tells me that I used to have this really short hair that stuck to my scalp, when I was very little. But as far as I can remember, I used to his have this mushroom cut thing that my personal hair stylist (My mom) did to my hair. I had this black, shiny , silky and straight hair but as of now nothing remains of it. Along with me, my hair has also changed a lot. My hair has turned kind of brown and wavy and I don't even know anymore if it's changed for the better or for the worse. Let's hope it has changed for the former because as you all know now I am kinda obsessed with it.

All my freshman and sophomore days in high school, I used to tell my friends about my hair which, according to me, wasn't good enough and which, according to them, was perfect. My mother who is renowned for having THE BEST hair anyone has ever seen and the longest one at that too in my family, complained to me a lot that my hair didn't turn out to be like hers. I could tell that she totally despised my hair. All of that changed when she saw this Bollywood actress on T.v. with the same kinda hair as mine, only much longer, looking flawless as ever. As for now, she is hell bent on not letting me cut my hair at all. My mother can be really controlling about that sometimes but I don't really mind. I actually don't mind at all because long hair is what I've wanted  ALL MY LIFE :D

As I stepped up to grades, compliments started to pour in from left and right about my hair. It felt good but I really don't think I deserved it. They used to ask me for tips and tricks so that they could wear their hair like mine but I never understood why. Why would anyone want this messy hair which is very uncontrollable most of the times ? I guess I'll never know *sighs*

Recently, I saw this picture on facebook that read "No matter what, the biggest regret will always be cutting your hair"... And it's uncanny how I can TOTALLY relate to it. I have lost my count on the times when I felt horrible after I cut it. Once when I was in third standard, I actually cried when the "parlor ko Aunty" chopped off inches of my kinda long hair. And not too long ago, I decided to pay a visit to a parlor to cut my hair just because I was tired of all the walking and it was really hot outside. Trust me, I ACTUALLY did this. I know, I am not a very smart person.

 As for now, I am quite excited that my hair is getting longer. And I know that saying this to people is pretty annoying but I just drop off my words of happiness to anyone who listens. The idea about this article was in my mind for a long long time now... and I finally decided to do this today. So much for letting everyone know about my oh-so-important hair. lol

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