Hair – The Unsaid Feminine Beauty

To have long, silky, thick hair was always my dream. In school days papa never allowed me to keep long hair. According to the philosophy of my BIG DAD, “Keeping long hair is just a waste as the time one takes to comb hair – a single note of sixteen marks or ten sums can be completed. Hence to follow this principle of his I was bound to keep hair short – which meant a complete boy's cut. I use to envy my fellow class mates with long hair and neatly tied. As nothing could be done I was happy with what I had. Small boys' cut style would take less time, no maintenance. In one word no wastage of time.

However, the same look does not seem to be perfect for all ages with the year proceedings. From childhood to teenage and stepping to college. Where style, fashion and looking ten on ten becomes the first priority before studies. On too much persuasion I convinced my Dad for having long hair, at least shoulder length. Though not agreed but knew that his younger daughter has grown big and is out of reach. He gave up and I developed my assets that is my hair. With everyone's surprise my hair grew till my waist and that made me feel proud.

With the completion of graduation, the next stage that starts is work and then the most stupid one according to me “ Marriage”. Just 23 years and I heard my parents discussing about my marriage proposals. Without taking my consent they fixed the day for meeting up with the people. Being Bengali I know very well that the society of Bengalis prefer girls with long hair. Even after being highly educated they could not come out of the social taboos and conservative nature. Hence, I couldn't reject them but thought that if I cut off my hair I will give them a better option to say 'no' to my parents. Thus from waist length to blunt cut. I made my hair so short that I looked totally modern and not even the slightest match for their simple son.

But as the saying goes “Man proposes and God disposes”. All my efforts and thoughts went in vain when they, despite of the short hair, accepted me. How stupid of me to go for a hair cut – now I am burdened with the marriage proceedings.

Got back my long hair and promised to have no more stupid experiments. Little did I know that even I don't do, my six year old daughter is there to complete the task. Last Saturday, after the day's hectic schedule to do all the extra work which is generally not possible during the week's official days. I slept taking headache medicine. My lovely daughter was instructed not to disturb me while I was sleeping. But little did I realize that she can not only disturb me but shatter my life. I woke up with sudden creak squeak sound near my ear. To ensure what I woke up and found was – my little angel holding scissors in one hand and comb in the other, doing some sort of an experiment. But where, got down from the bed and – aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!! , the floor is covered with MY hair.

Oh my God! My daughter has cut off of my hair in a zig zag manner. I cannot show my face to anyone. Went to the parlor and my hair was made so short that I just could forgive my daughter. Anyway though later I felt what is gone will come again, after all it is hair. So now waiting anxiously for my lovely hair to grow again so that I can play with it.

Now I am trying all means to have a healthy and strong hair growth. In this process Aloe Vera - Moisturizing Herbal Hair Masque from Coralhub.com is really helping me to retain the softness and luster in my hair. My hair although small, looks quiet healthy and black.