It has been a long time that I have added something in my small honeycomb, where I am surprisingly the Queen and my words are the sweet golden sugary syrup.
It was my twentieth birthday a few days back, to be exact 63 days ago (August 14, 2017). I was away from home for the very first time. It was not a day where I got the most luxurious things in the world but, the most precious little fellows. Two of my friends made my entire day starting from 00:00 to 23:59 in the most unexpected and beautiful manner. But, the most important thing that happened that day was ticking the last thing on my bucket list.
I was in the girl’s hostel when the clocked ticked twelve and a group crazy girls actually chopped off my hair. It took them almost eight minutes to remove all my teeny tiny locks. I had curly well-maintained hair which is rarely found, no bragging only truth. My a little longer than shoulder length hair was transformed to not even an inch long ones. It was something that I wanted all my life. No mess no frizz no unsolvable tangles no hair fall. Only peace and millions of people making my hairdo as I move.
The best thing about short hair is neither the zero efforts I have to put to get ready in the morning nor the easy washing of my hair but, it is regular massages my friends give to me as whenever we are together.