Its a mere coincidence that from past few weeks I encounter a bald man daily,that too, at a strange place “The Washroom” in my office.
I am growing my hair from past 7 months, without a valid reason or logic.(Inflation??, No time to go to barber?, etc etc)
This bald man is not completely bald, and does have a few hair strands.
When I stand in front of the mirror, combing my hair, with my fingers(I do not carry a comb), this bald man too, stands next and comb his few hair strands with a small comb which he takes out of his back pocket in a very stylish manner.He combs them very stylishly too.
But he looks at me in very strange manner, and me like a thought reader tries to read his thoughts.
And here is what I feel he must be thinking
- Wish I had hair like him?
- Huh this many hair and not combed properly, God if I had them I would have kept them well.
- Goodness I do not have this many hair to handle, thank God!!.
Whatever he must be thinking, I feel pretty embarrassed to arrange my hair with him around.
I feel like I am eating my my favorite sweet when the person standing next to me is hungry from 3 days.