"Granny, Am I as beautiful and pretty as Cinderella was?""Granny, I want Barbie shoes! Please get me a pair from the market today..Pink color!! "
I had, what we call a perfect childhood...Granny was the one with whom I used to begin and end my day as well...The sweet morning wake-ups with the Nightingale voice to the lullabies and beautiful bed time stories..From taking me to the nearest Ganesha temple every morning with flowers and sandalwood incense sticks to feeding me my favorite Aloo Parathsin the evening..A perfect cook she was! It was from her, that I first came across this gorgeous lady, Rupanzel-Her beautiful hair might have inspired millions of little princess like me...Our daily schedule also included champissage...How beautifully she used to pamper my hair! I was only in my first grade and the length of my hair had already passed the matric...How my friends used to adore my hair-they were enough to put all the little cute girls in the locality on fire! Day after day, this bond between me and granny grew stronger and stronger and it was then that I realized that best friends need not be of your same age!
Time flew and my mom, who was carrying my sibling in her womb, gave birth to a little princess. We returned back to Ahmedabad.Intial days had been too emotional for me for, I was badly missing my best friend-a philosopher, a perfect wife, a perfect mom, a perfect granny, a perfect story teller, a perfect cook and a perfect champimasager!Mom used to be busy with the little kid and dad used to return late from the office..Loneliness deepened my feelings for her .My hair which were once, long and beautiful, turned on to become a sparrows nest! It had become difficult for my mom too, to straighten those entangled rough hair. It was then, when I started doubting an ongoing affair between the comb and my hair! I bet that if my strands were ever gifted with the power of speech, they would have proved all the thoughts articulated by people on women's loquaciousness and their mastery in winning the debates, wrong!!Finally, after testing her own patience for almost a year, she decided to crop hem off to my shoulder length...I was totally against this but couldn’t even dare to tell her that I would manage them all by myself...Of course a second grade child couldn’t! Situations changed, grades ascended, pressure increased…Sooner or later I realized that people around me started explaining to me the importance of studies, saying that from now your first preference should be studies..Etc. Being a nerd and an obedient child then, I took their commands too seriously..Excellent grades, a teacher’s pet and a girl who carried a wrap of people’s envy with her...My ‘once upon a time’ beautiful hair seemed to me like a dream...I was, in a short span, added to the list of those cute little girls whom pretty haired ladies lost no chance of putting on fire! Well, I had no other alternative!
Years flew by...I passed my twelfth grade...Many best friends came by..Chose different paths and what remained is only the memories shared with them and their contact numbers in my mobile...But there wasn’t anyone who struck a chord deep in my heart just as my granny did...The memories of the days spent with her aren’t any day going to fade away from my petite brain..MY FIRST BEST FRIEND! We were to get our board results after about two and a half months & planning for vacations seemed futile because of my little sissy’s innumerable school projects and the never ending exams! I often wonder why does our education system believe in ruining the wonderful childhood years of our life...I and mom after helping her out in her homework’s and projects used to go out for an evening stroll everyday...Looking at the different people, their facial texture and their hair..Hair! (Again getting conscious!)While some aroused jealousy in me, others at the same time consoled me! The shadow of mom's beautiful hair often made me wonder that if she can manage them so well, why can’t I? A girlish feeling indeed!!I decided to give this thought a try! Initial days weren’t so bad...Blunt hair, little oil and 12th grade hands! Past one and a half month, the shadows of mum's and my hair began competing each other..!Thing started worsening from then...The history pages in my browser started highlighting "Complete Hair care using home ingredients" kind of pages! And I tried many too...From applying sour curd on Sundays to fenugreek-oil combo thrice a week...But, the smell!! Unbearable! And now, I dint like to step out of house with my hair oiled! Mom had warned me of not changing my shampoo again and again! I struck up with one but no relief to my never ending hair problems! I had a neighbor friend, Radha, who too loved testing out new and different products! One Sunday, just as she entered my room, entangling the strands from her wet shining hair, to borrow a novel from me, the room got packed with a mild pleasant fragnance!I came to know that it was the magic of dove...I bought the first packet(clandestinely), applied it and the magic wand turned! Amazing, superb hair! Truly, as the tagline says, whatever your hair problem, Dove has got the solution! …and that was the end of my hair problems!.With this, I realized that some of the mistakes of my life have been haircuts! I had really given up on any kind of a hair styling routine, but now I actually look forward to it, because I know that the styling will last all day.. I had beautiful hair for the first seven years of my life, and then, it took me thirteen long years to get back to such hair again. Thank you Dove!.
I will flaunt my inner beauty with grace and style! I will rock my stilettos and strut the essence that is me! I am and will forever be proud to, Celebrate my long shining wavy hair!
Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
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