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OS : Nightmare!
Her lips formed an invariable pout, as she examined the comb which had a bunch of hair stuck to it. Her eyes widened as she realized, her thick mass of hair has now reduced to a thin, very thin braid. It'd been days, since this deadly disease called hair fall had attacked her and been incurable.
Her resentment intensified as she reminisced her husband's comment on her deadly disease, mocking her worried and burning heart. Worried for the very obvious and burning, well, on her way to work and even her workplace, the beautiful and thick braids and curls of other strangers or her colleagues gives her complex.
"With the way you go checking out each and every lady's hair, you may cut off someone's braid and land up in jail, someday!"
He'd said and they'd shared a good laugh. But today, his idea seemingly looks tempting to her. She travels to the office by her dear Activa 4G scooter and on her way, her eyes didn't miss to adorn a thick braid or voluminous hair of almost every woman passing by, that everything around her dissipates into nothing, the day wasn't far when she lands up in hospital, if it keeps going like this. With her very good luck, she believes that day really wasn't far.
At one point, she'd accepted that being bald is cool but later understood that it was just a statement to sooth her jealous heart. She'd used all the home-made remedies, from the different chip-chip oils that annoying 'please-press-the-bell-icon-and-subscribe-my-channel' aunties on YouTube barges about to the weird pastes that her friends-slash-colleagues keep suggesting every now and then after watching her distressed over her falling hair.
Even the egg solution wasn't a great help and god that awful smell had not left her hair for days. Thankfully, she'd a long holidays of five days, when she experimented with egg. Her husband had found the couch much comfortable than their bed for those few days.
Even on the sixth day, after a lot of coaxing and assurance from her husband, that now her hair smells good and fine, she'd agreed to go to her office rather than applying for a sick leave. The one good thing happened out of that fiasco, her hair had become exceptionally beautiful and smooth but that's only for few days after that. Her hair fall has resumed and she didn't dare to apply egg again. Sighing, she sat on the bed surfing on her mobile, after combing her hair carefully so that not much can get plucked out of her scalp, now on a hunt for a good dermatologist, online.
"Aren't you running late for office?"
Her husband questioned, as he entered with breakfast.
"No, I've half an hour more to get ready!"
She muttered as her gaze ran over the reviews given to some doctor, who's clinic is near their locality.
"Yeah?"
The husband questioned lifting his watch adorned hand and tapping it with a raised brow. Her eyes furrowed in annoyance for the interruption, as she checked the time again. 8:15 AM, the digital clock kept on the bedside table read.
"Oh heck!"
She cussed under her breath, as her feet touched the ground haphazardly. Damn! She'd started her surfing around 7:30! Time flies, if she and her mobile had some good suggestion of dermatologists! The last one looked handsome too, her mind suggested whilst heart denied as she took her husband's semi-formal clad self, not more than her husband.
Shaking her head with the weird wayward of her thoughts, she took her formals and ran to powder room. Don't know, when she changed and gobbled down the yummy upma that her husband had generously prepared for breakfast. Now, she stood at a traffic signal, perched on her scooter with a stole wrapped around her face and gloves in her hand to prevent the unwanted tanning.
As she waited for the signal to turn green, her gaze went up to a lady sitting on a bike behind a man, probably her brother or husband. The eye catching part, was her lush thick curls, that are cascading down her back, artfully.
Oh my! Such an amazing hair!
She gasped inwardly and tried to move away her eyes, again on the signal. Alas, the keyword being tried. But the bad habit, she couldn't. The hair looked so smooth and curls fell softly on her back, the volume, the length, the colour, everything looked perfect to T.
The bike moved forward as the signal turned green, whilst her gaze was stuck onto nothing, imagining the same hair on her head, someday. The honking of vehicles behind, snapped her out of reverie, as she fumbled with the key but nevertheless, raced behind the bike that hadn't gone too far.
She is thankful to the man, who's driving slow while talking with Ms Beautiful hair sitting behind. They stopped at a stall of fruits, obviously for a purchase. Surprisingly, like the many others that she'd deliberately let go when they turned to a different route than hers, this one has the power to compel her to stop just behind them.
She carefully looked around the busy road, everyone was busy in their own world. Her urge to feel the soft hair grew manifolds, as they shone under the sunlight.
Her hand shot up to touch the curls of the lady who's still sitting behind on bike and probably bargaining with the seller, but she retreated. Removing the glove, again her hand was ready to touch the mane resembling a waterfall at the moment, thinking something she retreated it, yet again.
"With the way you go checking out each and every lady's hair, you may cut off someone's braid and land up in jail, someday!"
The first part of her husband's comment came up in her mind with the hair plantation therapy, about which she'd read this morning. They pluck out the hair from the scalp, where the growth is most and plant them, where the hair follicles are damaged. But if she goes for this, then there might be a chance, she may look like a zoo animal, with more hair in front and less at back. Even the thought gives her shudders.
Stop right there!
She ignored the screaming of her mind, as her hand went inside her side bag to fetch out the scissors, she carried for god knows why.
STOP THE DAMNED MADNESS!
Her mind order in the stern-est way possible but today there's no stopping. Slowly, she put the scissors in Ms Beautiful Hair's hair all set to collect them in the polybag she carries in the case of emergency and the lady concerned, shrieked out probably sensing her behind. Immediately, putting the scissors in her bag, without even caring about her fallen glove, she raced her scooter to the road ahead before the furious couple over there may got their hands on her and hand her police or worse, to some mental asylum.
She increased the speed as her gaze went to the rear mirror of scooter. The couple was behind her on their bike with a permanent scowl etched on their faces. She gulped in nervousness and took a turn without even knowing where this will lead to. As she came ahead, the road ended with a wall that read 'justice will be served' and no turns to take from where she could slip out.
Chanting the names of all the gods known to her, she parked the scooter, hastily and turned around joining her hands as tears sprang up in her eyes.
"Sorry! I'm sorry!"
The guy parked the bike and the couple got down. With expressions, that are enough to make her pee in the pants, not literally, they moved towards her in predatory steps. Next she knew, a loud ring resonated around them. Err... something like her alarm, wait, what?
And she sat up on her bed, drenched in sweat, as her alarm went off. That was a horrible dream to say, or should she term it as a nightmare. Wiping the sweat with the back of her hand, she got down with shaky legs to get ready for office with her husband still snoring closing his ears with the help of cushions.
She sworn under her breath. This hair fall is making her go insane now. She would surely find a good dermatologist and save her remaining hair, else her nightmare is not so far from becoming a reality. A nightmare-ish reality.
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