Except for 2-3years in primary school,1 year in college and then ever after, almost all through my life I preserved my bob-cut, sometimes blunt cut hair style.Compliments from friends, classmates, relatives, teachers and room mates kept me confident throughout to continue with the same. I happen to grow my hair till shoulder once during college days and received good compliments for that hairpick as well. Personally I was not very happy with it, owing to reasons like, my own liking, comfort, flaunt which came with it, and uniqueness as hardly any other girl around me had the same hairstyle except for my best friend in school and 2 others in college, who went for same by my influence. But still, I thought there’s no harm in giving it try, also because both my grandmas had started pointing me out to do so in order to get good alliance proposal. Howeverl…I wondered what good my hair would do for such proposal or any other thing for that matter.I continued growing my hair with regular intervals of trimming the length for almost 4-5 years.And then when I was again thinking on terms of getting back to my patent style, Dheeraj came in my life and he liked my hair the way they were. Though he supported me to go ahead with my plans, I decided to postpone it until after few months of marriage. We got married and busy with balancing our professional and personal lives. Sometimes, shampooing-drying and tying long hair really pissed me off those days and my wish to cut my hair became more stronger. Before I could act it upon, I got pregnant with many complications and advised bed-rest, and hence I again laid back my plan of course. According to me, all this while, except for making me look beautiful occasionally, my hair did not really appear any worth to me until my angel was born to me .Ya..my Charvi daurling. Since she was 3 months old, she started pulling my hair and loved playing with it. She would never take feed or sleep without holding them. She has turned two last month, but still she doesn’t go to sleep without putting her hands through my hair, weaving her fingers on my scalp and sometimes rubbing the bunch in middle of both of her hand’s clasp and then putting her hands around my neck. She dislikes my tied hair and whenever she notices me with a clip or band, she will immediately instruct me to let my hair down. Many a times, when am sitting idle, she would come to me and ask me if she can play with my hair. Sounds funny na… I know...but that extreme she loves my hair. She has now started demanding for the same as she demands for a toy. Even during sleeps, if she realizes that I got loose out of her hold, she would shout in her dozed voice, “Mamma, aapke hair dedo”(Mamma, give me your hair)Since she has come to our life, I never got the idea of acquiring my original hair style.No doubt, I got them trimmed 3-4 times but never thought of making them short.Most touching part about all this was the incident which occurred when I went to London in this month beginning. I missed her little fingers and clumsy hold in my hair every night there, and here she stubbornly insisted to my mother-in-law to get her mamma’s hair for her. My mom-in-law had a tough time to convince Charvi to go to sleep holding her hair. Oh my little darling!! I felt so moved to hear that. Need and value of my grown up hair which I understood during these two years got revised and all the more precious with this event.
This morning, though she was awake,she became adamant not to let me out of the bed as she was playing with my hair while rhyming her songs and enjoying the mood. Idea of writing about it clicked my mind at the same time.But what a coincidence! My sister phoned me this afternoon and told me that it’s a Daughter’s Day today and I should do something for Charvi, take her out, make her enjoy, click her snaps and may be write something about her.Though there are so many other beautiful things to be written about her, I chose to write about the hair episode, it being more close to my heart and clicking to me since morning.
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