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Friday, 3 February 2012

A new hairstyle

I got a perm yesterday.I hate the fumes & the torturous wooden pins that set your hair, but i admit am too vain to stop those from getting it done.Also I find it a bit unfair that my mother has beautiful curly hair & did not care to pass it on to me.I consider curly hair a mallu birth right that unjustly did not come my way.I definitely look much better with it as i discovered early on.

The last I had a perm was when I was in school, a post graduate design programme. I walked in as a newbee with all this lovely curly hair.The campus was, large full of old trees & pea cocks, the cobbled walkways treelined & covered in pigeon shit.In the evening as the sun went down the sparkling river, the lanes to the hostel smelled earthily of bird droppings & the roosting conversations of assorted bird species filled the air.I met my husband there.The perm must have had something to do with it, big hair inevitably increases visibility.we were seeing each other almost at once & was married in 4 years.

The perm wore away & jobs ate into our lives.denims gave way to trousers & sneakers to formal pumps.Life moved in predictable ways till a few months back.

Now am kind of at the beginning again. The perm helps I hope, to see life as if it were full of possibilities yet again