We Meet Again

Ravi stared at her intently only as long as was allowed by societal norms. There was something about her that seemed familiar. The almond shaped eyes? The soft pink lips…or the long auburn hair? He sighed frustrated. It was like when you have the name of that song at the tip of your tongue and yet you can’t say it. What was it?! He tried reading the paper to take his mind off things. It grew dark & people on the train soon started switching off their lights. He too finished his dinner, switched the light off & climbed on to the berth above.

He had a dream. It’s been long since he had that dream. He was at the 10th STD farewell party & she had come up to him to ask for the last dance, in front of all his friends. The almond shaped eyes behind black rimmed spectacles, the well oiled auburn coloured hair tied into a neat plait…his laughter. He woke up with a start & looked down. She was gone already.

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Nitin was riding his Discover on the wrong side of the road again. It was a shortcut anyway. There was a Scooty Pep coming on the opposite side. He felt a tinge of dread, as the figure riding it came closer. No, it couldn’t be, after all these years.

He had waited by the Scooty for 15 minutes, roses in hand. She had come with her friends, tried not to notice him. He’d mustered all his courage to go up & say the words. She had politely declined the roses. Within a week he had become the laughing stock in his school.

He glanced back at her receding figure. Her hair trying to struggle out from the grasp of her scarf. He spotted the dog running across the road & heard the sudden screech of tires. Some people rushed to help, but he didn’t see all that. He was gone already.

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Sometime someday I hope we may meet again,

That day neither of us should feel any of that pain.

I wish you may smile at me thinking of those days,

I wish you’d say ‘Hi’ before we go our separate ways.

And later the same night when you & I go to bed,

I wish we’d stay up a while missing each other instead.

Hoping there won’t be repentance neither any regret,

Knowing it’s never easy to forgive or forget.

Yet I hope someday sometime we do meet again,

So I can smile at you & let go of all that pain.

 

 

Ye Baal Mujhe De De

This has been the dialogue in my mind whenever I saw anyone with a mop of flirtatious curly/wavy hair walk by me. I craved for that hair, suffered to see those messy tresses tied down most inhumanely into a pony or worse a bun…watched in fascination as a few strands would break free & embrace the cool breeze and danced happily. And then I would feel my hair, limp & unenergetic *sigh!

Yes I have straight hair, as straight as it can get. So straight & non-messy that my friends in school used to play around with it trying to mess it up & all I needed to do was shake my head like a dog wags its tail & bingo! Straight again! You have no idea how much it broke my heart. And the irony of fate-girls with the tresses I’d kill for, coming to me & muttering how great it must be to have perfectly straight hair…how they have a hard time managing their curls, how their hair won’t listen to them at all! Until std10 I sported a hairstyle that our Chemistry ma’am had best described as “scientist’s hairdo”, the scientist in question not being Newton though. I looked like how Shabana Azmi would have after 1 month of shooting for Water(or fire…earth..God knows what was the movie!)

Finally I grew out my hair hoping a miracle would occur & I’d at least inherit my Mom’s wavy tresses(Pa didn’t have much hair for me to recognize whether it was straight or wavy). Sadly that never happened. All that happened was the change in city & the humid climate thinned down my hair. 2 years later I could be found in my room, lost in profound thoughts staring at the strands of hair on my comb *sob! I tried everything, from henna to olive oil(turned out that was a cooking oil). I wore scarves to protect my hair, admonished my boyfriend when his speed limit crossed 40km/hr & finally rescued my hair!:D

And then suddenly I discovered hair stylers. Yes now even if for a few hours even I could have those lovely curls on my head! I was ecstatic until I heard the warnings of my friends about the damage it causes to the hair making it dry & frizzzly. I’d almost given up on the thought when thanks to Indiblogger, I found a Dove gift hamper at my doorstep. It was the latest range of products they had-the Dove Oil Care shampoo, conditioner, serum & mask. One it was free and two, it was just the thing I needed to ensure I don’t end up bald after all the styling I’d be going into!
And so here I am from boring straight to maggi noodles & en route a lot more experiments & adventures with my hair!

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