Now I know why Mummy always told me to take care of my beautiful long, thick, black hair.
1st year hostel: Ah blah I’ll treat it however I want to
2nd year hostel: I’ve cut it a little more..Its ok
3rd year hostel: Yuck , Now I’ll change my style altogether
Final year: I want my long hair baaaaack!!
Ist year work: hmmmm …Its growing fine , maybe I should take more care of it
2nd year: What!!..Just now it was fine. How is it suddenly thinning down !
Last week: ( Me to everyone): I think I’ll shave off my hair
Yesterday: ( Me to beautician): I think I’ll let you cut it all off….( Anyways am cutting it off!)
So voila! Here I am again with yet another experience!. Just that I feel bad thinking about the times Mummy used to take such good care of it. A really poor way to repay herL
No probs…Change is goodJ. As for now…happy or sad I dunno….But I do feel a weight off my shouldersJ