Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

Rhia looked at her long tresses, caressing them, playing with them – sometimes tying them in a top knot, sometimes, in a half pony, using her fingers to hold them up for a few seconds before letting them fall down again. She spent a full fifteen minutes preening in front of the mirror.

It wasn’t just the hair. Could she actually trust the hairstylist? What if he messed up? What if the new look actually didn’t suit her? Was she doing the right thing by putting in so much faith in a stranger – that too with her thick, luxurious tresses.

Forget whether the new look would suit her or not. What would her husband say? She knew he loved her hair. Often he’d wrap his fingers around the loose tendrils that framed her face and play around with them. She loved it when he did that. What if the new style left nothing to curl around his fingers.

Rhia thought for a moment longer. Did she really want to do this? From somewhere inside of her came a resounding ‘yes’. She picked up her phone and made an appointment with the salon for the next day.

This was one decision she’d go through with. After all, it wasn’t every day that one could gift Hair to a Cancer patient.

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18 thoughts on “Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

    1. Exactly for the same reason that you mentioned above. Her hair is her most treasured possession. For her to gift something she loves so much is a meaningful gesture on her part. Also, that it’s just something I feel very strongly about. I had meant to donate my hair too, but the last time I got a hair cut I completely forgot to save my hair and am still kicking myself for it. 😦 This is probably just my way of trying to feel less bad about forgetting. Rhia gets to do what I couldn’t.

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    1. What’s there to think twice about if you’re doing a good deed, right? That’s what helped Rhia make the difficult decision. Glad you agree. 🙂 Thank you for reading and commenting.

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    1. True. I had pledged to myself to do exactly that whenever I got my next hair cut. But by the time I actually got one, I had already forgotten. I remembered right after the salon staff swept the floor and dumped it all in the trash. Still kicking myself. Chalo, next time sahi. 😦

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  1. So nice that she heard her inner voice, not just the cancer patient but for herself. Women are often nervous when it comes to a new hairstyle, sometimes its good to shed the inhibitions and just go for it

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