The girl from Bus

The girl was standing outside the barbershop. I knew she is going to do something special with her hair. She got in the bus at same stoppage as I, and for the whole 45 minutes journey, she kept torching her hair, an indication that she will get a haircut. I got down at same stop as she and followed her.

She is now standing in front of a barbershop, ‘King Barbers’ her hair appears to be thick and is braided. It almost touches her waist.

She is wearing modern dress, top and jeans. The green top looks beautiful in her 22 year slender body. She has well developed features, and is of fair complexion. She opened the door and entered the shop.

I waited near the shop, as it is common for woman to enter barbershop by mistake or to meet somebody, but she didn’t appear. I approached to the shop and peeked in. the girl was sitting in the waiting chair. She will really have a haircut.

My hair was buzzed just last week; I decided to have a shave so that I can enter the shop.

As I entered the shop, I saw the girl was sitting in barber’s chair, caped and her hair is open. One of the barbers greeted me as I entered. The girl’s hair was black, but looked dry. It has little wave.

The barber took the mist sprayer and started wetting her mass. Considerable amount of water is required when so much hair is to be soaked. The barber then took scissor in hand; I expected a trim, but…

The barber placed the scissor at neck at cut straight ruthlessly and rapidly. I made the eye contact with the girl; she was not nervous but was determined. The falling locks hooked my eyes, and the floor behind the chair was covered with her locks.

The barber then picked up a manual clipper, and pulled her head backward. Put the clipper in front after back brushing her hair, and ran it backward to her top. Mass of black hair fell on her lap and floor. The girl has closed her eyes tightly. He continued doing as more hair fell. Virgin white scalp of her begin to appear now.

The barber then moved sideways, and clipped her sides while bending her head in opposite direction. Her head was becoming more and more white. Only her back hair was now remaining. It looked like a tuft. Her head was now bent forward, and her remaining hairs were being clipped.

By the time he completed, the barber was done with his customer and I was called. I sat opting for a shave. The girl’s hair was all clipped, and was all spread on her cape and floor.

I relaxed in the chair as the barber started applying foam on my face after her buzz is over and she was being dusted and uncapped, but she was still not done. She to head was also covered with foam. New blade was inserted in the straight razor.

Her head was bent forward; barber touched the razor at top of head than started running it in all direction. The whole time girl has kept her eyes closed. After her shave was over, she was wiped with a towel.

Both of us completed at same time. She got up from chair, started observing herself in mirror, smiling and touching her shining head. She paid and left very fast.

I asked the barber, “why on earth she has done that with her hair?” the barber calmly replied, “it happens sometime”

I tried to follow her, but I lost her.

Rebecca, i Just buzzed my hair at a barbershop

“Goodbye Rebecca, goodbye Robert” I waved good bye to my elder sister and my 6 year old nephew. They waved back. Robert shouted, “Goodbye Aunt Alice”. I stood there at the gate watching Robert and Rebecca, especially her short pixie. I touched my bun, feeling it; the mass of black, healthy hair to make sure it was there. Yes I know I am little crazy, I know it will be there but still.

I went inside, and was tired. Luckily I had my day off from office on special request to boss. My darling husband Jack had already left for his office. I thought of having a nap but I know I have one work left. I had to get a haircut, that too in a barbershop. I hope Jack would understand.

I went in front of a mirror and opened my hair and took a comb. I collected all my hair and covered it with my hands just to see how I seen without my hair. I never thought of having this cut in barbershop in hands of a barber. I actually never thought of cutting it at all. But I need it to be off. Some things in life which you like had to be sacrificed for some greater reasons.

It started last evening. We three, me Rebecca and Jack were chatting in evening. I observed my husband’s eyes were fixed on Rebecca. I tried my best to distract him, but he kept staring at her. I know he was not attracted to her, but her hair, her short pixie, with clean nape. She seized the opportunity; she could understand that Jack was fascinated by her hair. So she raised this topic, about her hair. She said she had it cut on Monday. She boasted she always wanted to get rid of her long hair which almost reached her waists. But she didn’t have guts to have it short. (I know she was boasting. She never had hair to reach her mid backs. I remember her hair was too thin. In our family I actually got my mom’s hair, thick, strong and black. But hers are weak.)

She continued that she had twice skipped her appointment in a beauty salon as she was very afraid. (I know actually she didn’t got the appointment) It was on last Monday when she went to local barbershop with her son actually to get Robert’s haircut, but she became the next customer after Robert. She first refused, but the barber encouraged her saying, “Madam, you really need a haircut, these are to long”. His son too encouraged her, “Mom, you have decided to have it cut short, do you remember?” According to her after Robert’s haircut, she was then forced to the barber’s chair by the barber and her son.(really how can six year old toddler can force a lady of 28 years, esp. her mother to a barbershop. And barber forcing her that was too much to take)

I knew Jack too know she was lying, but I think it’s the hair topic that kept him impressed. I knew that Jack has an obsession for hair; I didn’t though he likes short hair too. We always had good time; he often plays with my hair, often braiding them, oiling it and many others. Rebecca said, “I was then covered with a cape, her hair was collected and made into a pony tail. The barber then took scissors hovering it near the base of the pony he asked, what I need. I replied in a hurry, well a short convenient hairdo. Barber immediately nodded and then I heard sch…chchc.chch and she saw the pony in barber’s hand”. Jack loved that part most I think. He listened to that part most keenly. I was then too irritated and leaved them excusing myself to kitchen. I overheard partially the words like, ‘clippers’, ‘nape’, ‘straight razors’ most of which I didn’t understand.

My combing was done, I pinned my hair again in a bun, changed my clothes and went to the garage. Few minutes afterwards I was in my car in middle of city searching for a pole with red and white streets. I know its madness, destroying my mane for nothing. I know she lied about barbershop visit. But I will have my haircut in a barbershop, so that I too have a story to tell Jack, which will be true, not some fantasy by Mrs. Rebecca Cahill.

I found one at downtown; I parked my car and went to see inside the shop. It has big window exposed to the main street. I see through that and observed just a two barber’s chair some waiting chair and a barber, may be off 40 or little more. He saw me watching the shop; he waived to me then pointed at the barber chairs and the moved his fingers as if imitating the scissors movement as if to invite me for a haircut. I signaled to say no. He smiled and then again continued his reading.

I turned back, went two steps to my car thinking I was out of my mind deciding to leave my hair in hands of some barber. Then again I remembered about Rebecca, how she lied about it, I again turned, went to the door of shop, took out my mobile and texted Rebecca, “am really having a haircut in Barbershop, you liar” and went inside the shop.

It has a peculiar scent. The barber greeted me and asked, “at last accepted my invitation”. I laughed and retuned back, “yes, I think I am here for a haircut”. He said, “then you are in right place Miss….” I cut him in middle, and said, “Actually not Miss but Mrs. Alice Hill, you can call me Alice, I don’t prefer formalities like Madam or Mrs. Blah etc.” He laughed and then said, “Ok Alice why don’t you then take a seat in that chair” pointing at barber’s chair.

I got up at that big chair, and made myself comfortable. I pointed at my bun as if to ask, should I open it. He replied back, “no no, not now, after I cape you. And leave it to me now, you just sit back and enjoy”. He covered me with a white cape. 

I hated the color. He then took my bun and opened it cascading my locks. He then took a comb and started combing it and asked, “so what are we doing today Alice, probably a trim”. I replied back, “no something short” he offered, “how about a mid back U-cut or a shoulder length bob?” I replied, “Something shorter, short enough so that I don’t need to look after my hair for a long time. He replied, “Yes I guessed right, do you know I actually joked about giving you a bob cut, actually I am only good at short haircuts, anything long I could guarantee to mess it.” I gave him a nervous laugh. He asked,” how about a no. 2 buzz cut?” I couldn’t make out what he said. I asked, “Is it short?” he replied, “Pretty short “and lifted my hair and said, “Compared with this and laughed”.

He collected all the hair in his fist, first bend my head forward then backward as far as possible and the sch…chchc…chchchchc….ch. I can make out my long locks getting chopped and falling. I thought I would cry, but I didn’t. He said, “this is the hard part”.

My hand reached to touch my back so see how it is to be without that hair. I ran my fingers there spreading it and feeling it. My hair looks good at that length. All spread out. I laughed at myself. It occurred suddenly to me. I said, “Shave my hair”. He asked, “Means shave you bald?” I nodded. I think he found it little awkward, because he took his time in answering in affirmation. He kept the scissors and then went to collect some instrument which I could make out were clippers.

He switched on them, and they hummed buzzed. He then bends my head forward, such that my chin touches my chest and then thrust those clippers in my behind. I couldn’t see anything, but I could feel chunks of my hair were falling down to ground. And I also liked vibration, the feeling it gave. My parted hair in front remained the same. The vibration then moved sideways, on my left side, chunks of hair fall on the cape. I could see it now. He moved his clippers at a place two to three times, and then it moved to my front before the right. My lap was now covered with pile of dark black hair. He removed all the locks but keeping one alive, and then moved sideways. The vibration were giving me tingling sensation and wished it would better if end now. I was somewhat enjoying sensation, but in this place the sensation is not good.

Right side was complete; he then came to front to buzz of the last remaining hair. As he does that we said in unison, “Good bye long hair”. He said, “Every girl I shaved said the same line at this point”. I said, “But I am a woman”. He corrected, “Then every girl said those line at this point and at least one woman says the same”. And then asked, “want it shaved smooth? With cream and razor.” I ran my hand over my head, it appears to be shaved bald but is rough and it didn’t shined. I hesitated, “no leave it like that”. He said, “But it’s not shaved literally, it is buzzed with no. zero”. I confirmed again, “I like it like this”. And I tried to get off the chair. He halted me saying, “Hey am not forcing you, but let me dust you”. I again sit on the chair. He dusted me with a brush, and then removed the capes and then took an instrument which he called razors (straight razors actually) and rubbed it at the back, and sides. I got up rubbed my hands on my head. I didn’t notice but a small crowd has gathered in window of the shop. I waved them, and they just dispersed probably ashamed of being attracted to a woman’s haircutting. I paid him and he told, “You should have shaved, because the buzz package comes with free shave with cream”. I laughed, “May be some other day” and left the shop”

I got to my car, while checking my mobile. Rebecca has replied with mms. I read it sitting in the car. She said, “She literally got haircut from a barber, actually a friend whose name is Betty who has training of a barber but she doesn’t practices much. So she is not lying. She called Betty for haircut of Robert; Betty came to her house and persuaded her for the haircut. She accepted she lied about being in a barbershop. She even sent a video with name,haircutrebecca.mp4. At the end she requested me not cut my hair short.

I started my car and typed a message, “just buzzed my hair at a barbershop, by a real barber” and then sent it.

One week later

I don’t know why I shaved. From whom I took revenge. Rebecca actually would like me have shaved head because general belief is shaved head makes woman unattractive, so I don’t think so. About jack, he just likes me in any avatar. He misses my long hair, but he has a liking for my buzzed head too. I think I punished myself and took revenge from myself only, my inside hatred actually took revenge from me detaching me from my hair. Yes, I kind of miss my locks, I don’t know where they are, may be in some dustbin now or in dumping grounds somewhere, or may be in some wig factory if that barber gave it in some proper hand. My head is now full of stubbles which are now can be seen. My white head is like covered with black growth.

I saw the video which Rebecca sent on that day. It’s her haircutting video, a sad one; she is crying over her loss of hair. I will tell that some other day.

Memories gave me Summer Cut

It was 1 p.m. as I parked my scooter in front of the barbershop, removed my helmet, untangle my hair with fingers then put the hair in a bun. My hair was really a mess; it has grown really long, well past my breast. I normally kept my hair 2’ below shoulders, but I couldn’t get it cut for a long time. It is black, thick. The barbershop was in front of me, the same shop where my father used to take me when I was child before summer and buzz all hair in name of summer cut, beside it the parlor opposite to it the parlor where I visit now.

I entered the shop, and was pleased to see the same barber, Sunil there, he too was glad. He said, “After many years Rima, how are you?” I replied, “I am fine, how are you old man? And its 17 years since I visited this place” he said, “you came last when you were 12” I corrected him, “no I was 13, I remember my last buzz precisely”. I took the seat in the waiting area, as my daughter Priya got up to the barber’s chair. The barber placed a cape around her and started combing her shoulder length hair. Then he asked, “What to do?” I replied, “Give her a pretty short haircut” he asked, “summer cut?” I replied, “No, no not summer cut, no need to buzz her hair. Keep her hair long at front, buzz at back and sides only”

As he started snipping Priya’s hair, t got up and said, “Sunil, I have to get my own haircut, when Priya’s haircut is complete please take care of her, I am going to the parlor opposite this shop” he replied, “okay, no problem, I was actually going to ask to you to cut your hair, oh so long” I touched my bun and said, “yeah I didn’t intended to grow it long” and then turned to Priya, “remain here with Sunil uncle, I will be back” she replied, “please remain, you go after my haircut” I said, “but it closes at 1:30, I have to go honey” she started tantrum, “no mommy, you have to wait, I will go with you” Priya, a well behaved good-natured girl’s sudden outburst stopped me, as I again sit on the waiting chair. I told Sunil to do her hair fast.

After it was complete, he started dusting her. Then I saw the Parlor worker closing the parlor on opposite side of road. I knew I missed my haircut today also. Sunil uncapped her, I was taking out money to pay him when he said “you are next” I said, “No, I will get on other day” but he was persistent, “I do long hair don’t worry, you were a customer” I said,” I have trust on you, it is just you know a barbershop and I , I didn’t had haircut in barbershop for long time” he pushed, “common,  take the seat” even Priya pushed me, “Mommy, you really need a cut”

I took the seat, after a long time. He covered me with a white cloth cape. It revived my old memories. He then opened my bun, and took a comb and combing my hair from root to tips. He said, “Your tips are really damaged, at least 5 inches has to be taken off” “I know” I said as I saw my face on the mirror. I have the same horror face as I had when father used to take me here. He then said, “I am taking of 6 inches, is it okay?” as he took scissor in hand. I said after a hesitation, “I want summer cut”

He responded after sometime, “Did I hear summer cut?” nodded. He continued, placing the scissor in the drawer, “are you serious?” I replied, “look I hated summer cut, but, but it was a part of my identity, I want to live that part once again, I want to revive my felling.

He then again took the comb and comb once again, and said, “Zero guard” I replied in, “number 1 guard please”. He then took the scissor, placed in my neck, as he used to do, and then schhh.chhhhhhh….chchchhhh, my tresses started sliding to floor. The only difference is that locks are now much longer in length, about 12 inches, it used to be 2-4 inches when I was a child. Priya was watching with attention my hair; her eyes were fixed on my hair. He then again chopped 1-2 inches of hair. He then took out an electric clipper without any guard. I knew the most interesting part was coming. He attached number 1 guard and switched it on. He bends my head forward, placed left hand on the back of my head, placed the clipper on top of head and ran it toward my face.

I had a strange tingly feeling in my abdomen, my muscles tightened. Mass of my butchered hair; fell on my lap, all black and shiny. He then again placed the clipper to little side of clipped area as again my hair showered on my lap, I felt my thighs quiver, my breath become rapid. He continued this, filling my lap with my hair. He then moved to sides, as hair started to fall on floor. He did the same thing with my right side. I saw my face on the mirror. All my hair in front was clipped off, but I can see my hair at back from back mirror. He placed the clipper at the lower end of back, and ran it towards the top I felt that I was sucked inside, as my tingly feeling increased. I gripped the lower edges of chair tightly. As he clipped the last tuft off, I felt the thigh region being wet.

He the checked my head once, then opened my cape, letting my hair dropping on the floor. I touched my head, I saw through the mirror, I head was covered with stubbles. I paid him, thanked him and went out of the shop.

Priya asked at parking, “Why did you do this with your hair? It looks odd with salwar kameez you are wearing” I said, “it looks odd, not bad, you will understand why I did it when you grow up”

mom! you got my hair buzzed

I knocked at the door a middle age lady opened the door. I said, “I am looking for Mrs. S Singh” she replied, “you knocked at wrong door, that’s the opposite door. I replied hurriedly, “yeah I know, but she is not there, it’s locked, I was asking if she left any message” she replied arrogantly, “no, if you have any message you can leave it here” I replied back, “no, just tell Mrs. Singh Raju came, but she missed the appointment” the lady replied back, “okay, by the way, how do you know Mrs. Singh” I replied back, “well I am a barber and provides haircut service at home” “ok so you are a hairstylist” I corrected, “ am a barber and…” “Oh! Whatever, can you do haircut in our house?” I replied back, “I do only with appointment but, I am already at loss so haircut for you, add to it discounts” she replied, “great, come in then” I tried to tell her, “but madam a barber” but she ignored it.

I entered their house and was escorted to a bedroom. She went away. I could hear sounds conversation between her and I think her daughter. The old lady said, “you need a haircut, the hairdresser is here, please come” the other woman, whose name I gathered is Nikki didn’t wanted to cut it. She resisted, “it’s just reached my nipples. Please let it grow” but the older lady was stern, “no it’s long, it has to be shorten” she requested, “please mom” but was suppressed by a loud order from her mom.

I then heard footsteps, and the older lady and the other woman wearing a tank top entered the room. I acted as I don’t know anything. I asked, “so whose first” the older lady replied, “no, no it just her” “oh good, so what are we doing today?” she replied not allowing Nikki to reply, “Something short, I don’t want loose ends” she protested, “mom!!” but the lady continued, “her 12th boards are coming in two months” I asked, “should I give my customer’s most popular haircut, in the haircut the back…” she again cut me short, “is it short?” I said yes. “No hanging loose ends?” I replied, “No” she said do it, and went away.

I told her to sit in the chair present at the room. She picked the chair and started moving it to mirror. I asked, “Would you mind, if I do it without mirror” she hesitated, “okay, no problem you can have mirror” she said in good manners, “no it’s okay, where should I sit?” I pointed at a place so that her back is in front of mirror. She placed the chair and sit on it.

I took out a cape, and draped it over her saying, “it is required” she replied back, “yeah no trim, but a cut” I opened her pony, and combed it. All good hair, thick, black as well as silky. Well maintained in one word. I took the scissor and asked “nervous?” she didn’t reply.

I inserted the blades of scissor at her neck level at right side and kach……..ch….chhchchh. The first lock fell. She replied, “You are cutting too much, I think” I told, “your mom’s instructions” I again inserted scissor, this time at back, as more of her locks slide to floor. I jerk her chopped ends. The left hair which she usually kept in front, I moved it to front and placed it in between blades of scissor, and then kac…ch..chchch. Her tresses fell on her lap. I jolted her new ends.

I then took out the clippers. She was horrified, her face was saying that. I went back, put on it the number 2 guard. I switched it on. It terrified her more, as she became stiff hearing the sound hmmmmm. I bend her head forward, and touched the clipper at the centre top portion of head.

She jolted head suddenly, as a mass of her hair fell on her lap. I moved it away. She touched her head, where clipper touched and said in loud voice, “what are you doing?” I replied, “Clipping your hair” hearing her voice, her mother too came, and was shocked and said, “Oh my god! What did you did with my daughter’s hair? Oh! You are shaving her?” I replied, “I told you, its customer’s favorite” Nikki bent down and picked up the huge clipped chunk. I will complain to your manager, you never told that is so short” I hit back, “you were not ready to listen, I tried to tell and for your information I am the owner” the lady continued, “but this you should tell, it’s too short. It is popular among your customer?” I replied, “Yes number 2 special buzz cut, in demand due to arriving summer” “hey that a barbershop haircut” Nikki said. I sighed and said, “I am a barber, I told your mom” but the lady continued, “Wait, Mrs. Singh get haircut from you?” I replied, “Oh! No, never had”she said, “but, you were…” I replied, “There is a misunderstanding, Mrs. Singh booked appointment for her husband.

I lady was surprised and shocked. She checked her daughter head, touched it and then said politely, “okay, there is a mistake, but…complete her number 2 buzz cut” Nikki retaliate, “no mom, this is too short” I said, “but, it is already cut, if you hadn’t jerked your head suddenly then, I could have tried to minimize the damage, but now I have to take all off”

Nikki sat with a thump on the chair. I adjusted the cape a little. Then went back to her buzz cut. I attacked at the spot where it was already buzzed, and ran it towards front, raining hair on her lap. I then bent her head, and buzzed her back side. She now looked odd, with hair at both sides only. Her left side was done first then the right. The mother has a horrible look on her face. I then removed guard, again bent her head, and placed it at back, near the top, and ran it, clearing the back area, with no hair. I went to her right, then left when her mom observed it, “are you shaving my daughter’s hair off?” I replied in negative. She didn’t question me back. I buzzed her sides and back, very short.

Nikki sighed as I switched off the clippers. I then took out a brush and dusted her and opened the cape. She leaped up touched her head and went to look at mirror. Nikki was sad and unsatisfied from look of her face. The lady who was observing her suddenly sat on the chair and said, “I want the same” I confirmed, “you sure?” she nodded. I draped the same cape on her, and secured it at back, as she holds her hair above her head. Nikki was mournful.

The lady’s hair was longer than Nikki, but was thin. I combed her hair, which has lots of knots, and then picked scissor when Nikki said, “stop it” I halted. She continued, “Mom you don’t need to do it” she answered, “but your hair…” Nikki said, “You don’t need to lose your hair, now” the lady remained silent.

I asked, “Should I?” the lady said, “No leave it, I don’t want it cut” I nodded, and then put her hair in a bun, and opened her cape. She got up, to touch her bun.

I left after getting my requisite fees.

Two weeks later I observed the same daughter-mother pair in the market, Nikki’s hair has grown into a mass, her back and sides are now appearing blackish due to hair growth. But her mother, she looks different. She sports a cap with salwar, a very odd fashion. Then I observed carefully to see that, there is no hair on her head. No bun, no hair hanging at back. Her back is very clean. She shaved her head.

mom at barber’s

Last summer was one of the hottest summers in recent year, temperature was crossing 400c. It was very bad time, but a time for change also. Conditions were very bad; it’s sweaty all the time. Children were getting head shaves, girls were chopping off their tails. But my mom, she liked her hair so much. At 35 years of age, she had very good quality hair, it is thick. Being a house wife, she maintained her hair well, letting it grow to her waist. She always had long hair from childhood. She had hair almost till knees, but chopped it to mid back after sometime. Then again grew and maintained at waist length.

She tried different styles, keeping hair in bun, using different claw clips. She wasn’t in a mood to lose her hair. The situation worsened when our air conditioner was damaged. It was during the peak. Customer care asked for one week to repair it. This was bad. It’s too much to take now, I started spending most of the day at friend’s home, dad left for office early, but mom, she has to remain in home. Now she was struggling with her hair.

One day I asked, “Isn’t such long hair a problem?” she replied quite diffidently, “yeah, but I manage” I told, “it’s too hot, why don’t you cut it?” she always get nervous when she hear word ‘haircut’. She murmur, “I am planning to do after sometime” the same answer, I am hearing from the very first time when I asked her for haircut when I was just three year old. But she never get haircut. I insisted, “you should get a haircut today only” she replied something which I didn’t expected to hear, “yeah I want it off now, it’s too much” I think she had realized her long hair is really a problem in summer. She continued, “But all parlors are closed for indefinite time, due to strike”

I suggested, “how about barbershop, they are not closed” she was nervous now, “barbershop, no, no leave it” “mom, I will cut your hair if you don’t go to barber’s today, you yourself admitted the hair is problem now” she remained silent for half a minute and then said, “okay I will go”

She changed her clothes to Salwar-kameez on my advice from Sari. I told her the direction and she went away.

Twenty minutes later she came back, with the hair braid still intact on her head. She said, “It’s too crowded, I don’t need a haircut” I told her that I will take her to another little far away.

We reached the other barbershop, after a walk of 20 minutes. It was an old barbershop, but less crowded. There were two chair, both were occupied. One was occupied by an old man, who was getting haircut, another by a child. I told mom to sit in the waiting bench which was empty. I asked the first barber, “how much time will it take?” he replied, “next turn is yours” I told him, “My mom is getting haircut, not me” he smiled and said, “parlor strike?” I nodded.

As the old man got up, mom was seated in the barber chair, and a cape was draped around her, covering her. Her braid was pulled from the cape and was dropped backward. Her thick braid was now dangling behind the chair. The barber asked me, “What should I do?” I told the barber, “snip it” then turned towards mom. She said, “I want a bob” barber started asking her, “long bob or short?” I interrupted and told; “mom do boy cut” mom was hesitating at first then gave the green signal.

The barber took large scissor. Placed it near shoulder, little below it and sniped it holding the braid with left hand. Mom was trying to watch the chop, but was fully guarded. I got a very good view, seeing each chop, each strand being cut” the braid was in barber’s hand and he placed it at counter in front of mom. He then inserted a thin handle comb in the chopped area and ran it, to open her chopped hair. Then combed it with regular comb, all hair being was combed backward. The barber then separated the hair into four parts, spreading it into four sides, including her face. He then took out a clipper with some guard and bent head forward, and inserted it at back; chunks of hair fell to floor. He then took a scissor and marked a hairline.

Mom’s hair was then wet with a sprayer. He then moved the hair in front, parting it at left side of her head. He then merged the right portion of hair with right side, combed it then placed the scissor at her ear length and snipped it. He then bent her head, and used comb and scissor as her chopped her right side short. Her cape was covering with her hair now. Her hair was now all short, except on left.

He then bend her heads other direction and started cutting her hair. He was cutting very fast, collecting hair with comb and then snipping it away. Mom’s lap was full of hair now. He snipped a little more next at right to level it.

The barber then wet her sideburns, back and area behind the ear. He then changed the blades of a safety razor and asked me, “am removing the fuzzy hair” I nodded in affirmation. The barber quickly shaved her nape, below the hairline, scratching it off. The barber then placed the razor in the counter.

The barber then took a big brush and took some powder applied it on her neck and ears. He then carefully opened the cape, and cleaned her face. The barber then combed her hair properly and turned the chair so that she can get up.

Mom got up and touched the back to feel the spikiness. I paid the barber and went to home with her.

Mom was looking very smart in combination with sari and boy cut. Later mom asked me about the charge, “how much it was?” I replied, “It is just ₹30?” mom smiled and said, “So cheap” then kissed me in cheek and said, “thank you for this nice short summer haircut”

Telugu Actress Ramya sri "O Malli " Movie Photos 2015

Telugu Actress Ramya sri "O Malli " Movie Photos 2015

Telugu Actress Ramya sri "O Malli " Movie Photos 2015

Telugu Actress Ramya sri "O Malli " Movie Photos 2015