My hair still talks to me!
Childhood days and childhood memories are the best things in
our life.
Those indolent carefree days always brings fresh fragrance amidst
our mundane daily routines.
I was a small child with those usual pangs of happiness,
laziness and excitement when it came to going to school.
Getting up early morning with those sweet words in my ears “Beta...
get up dear! It’s time to go to school...jaldi karo or you will miss your bus. “Oh,
how I hated those words that time “mum, can’t it be a Sunday again!” was my refrain
every day.
But life moves on once out of bed, hours used to rush like
waves in an ocean ...you don’t know when it soaked your feet and went away.
I simple used to look for an alternate and used to push
myself out from the bed everyday “ No more mom...please take off those extra
length and let me live my life without the burdens of life.”
I wished someday she would come with a pair of scissors but my fantasy were
all pushed into some dark corners and my tears were all I had to be happy with.
The gruesome torture with those combs on my hair was like
living with some terrifying reality every day.
A few months later-
It was a sunny day but contrary to my inner
gloom of that morning, the alarm clock started whistling and I knew it would be
followed by my mom’s sweet voice “Beta, get up dear! It’s time for school.”
I rushed from my bed and that day I felt that no more tears
I decided take down the scissors and blow my hair for once and all but I heard
my mom whispering into my ears “My lovely daughter...I know I have hurt you all
these days but I wanted my little angel to look good so I had forced those
combs into that long hair of yours but now you can let go ...be a free soul!”
I was amazed what was she talking about, there she stood
with a shimmering nice gift pack “What is it mom?”I asked her with an awe
trying to hide my pale face.
“It’s a thing which will save your tears now and in future
and you can still be my little Rapunzel”.
I was eager to open it...and when I opened it, it was “Dove
split end rescue shampoo.”
I sighed with relief, how relieved was I, when I read the
contents and its description, I was in heaven and I wanted to live my whole
life as my mom’s Rapunzel.The Dove split end rescue shampoo was indeed a refuge
and a safe haven for my hair which was specially formulated to help bring split
ends together. It also had fibre actives which would work on the deepest level
of my hair, to give up 4 times lesser split ends.
Life was so beautiful after that, those sweet whispers of my
mom in the morning started sounding more sweet.
I used to wait for the time when my mom would take my lovely
smooth hair in her soft fingers and put the lovely comb into it and slip her
delicate fingers to transform my hair into two soft bundle of braids...I used
to rush down to the mirror, pamper my braids and imagine myself as the little Rapunzel
being escorted by my price charming.
Suddenly awakened by those sweet words “ Beta, get ready you
don’t have a prince to escort you, you have that rude bus driver of yours who
would not wait for you!”
I used to smile and just leave the mirror assuring I shall
be back.
Time flies, years pass I am still Rapunzel but to my price charming....how
I wish to hear those sweet murmurs again “ Beta! Get up it’s late for school!”
I wish she would be somewhere near to me and her soft fingers
would again run through my silky soft hair and tie those braids...I wish to see that small gift pack
in her fragile hands again.
Life goes on and I stand by the mirror, but I know the value
of time now ...my hair feels at peace with no split ends, softness and the
length still reminds me of that name my mom had given me “Rapunzel”
Suddenly a shake and I come to my real self hearing “My big
Rapunzel...get ready for the party...and make those braids, you look amazing.”
Tears drop down my eyes, wishing how I wish to go back to those bygone days and
again relive those “Dove-split –end rescue days” I still live it with umpteen
bottles which adorn my bathing place reminding me of my mom and then I pass on
my fingers through my hair and whisper to myself “Thank you ma for always being
there for me “ I know she is nowhere but seeing her Rapunzel smile she would
say “ Bless her always God!”
