I wonder why people like long tresses
Only when others wear them
I wonder when would I gather the grit
To repeat my adolescent goof
Ah! Can I forget the day I got the inspiration
From “Maggie cuts her hair”
And told my younger sister to help me
Satiate my desire for short hair!
Thunder reverberated around me.
My sister shrugged off her role
And blamed the scissors
That wouldn’t move straight!
I was reminded of my cultural compulsion
To wear my hair unsheared.
The rebel in me scoffed it off
Promising me to do as I wished.
I waited and waited
Time did come to take my own decisions
But the longer they grew
The more I liked them.
Each time I think of cutting them short
Many words echo around me:
‘They are beautiful’… ‘They look awesome’…
‘Never shorten them’… ‘I love them’
You should see them on my pillow
How they struggle to survive each night
As I turn my head around
To find a comfortable position.
Oh! don’t even ask how many vacuum cleaners
They have asphyxiated!
The day my sister visits
I have to sweep the kitchen floor twice!
© Balroop Singh, February 2022
Inspired from a recent discussion (in our Writer’s Group) about hair. Thanks.
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