I do not know why I get it into my head that I can actually
cut my own hair. I mean, I have been patiently growing out that fringe- plotting
and planning and googling for an absolutely new and marvellous hairstyle all this while. And I go, chop it off all by myself....a fringe of unseen, unheard of shortness...all sloppy
and askew. I look thoroughly ridiculous. I look like a 3rd grader
having an identity crisis.
Also, I do not know whether to let my parents in on it or to
hide it from them. Amma is bound to be vexed. There will be expressions of great disgust all around...
Alright. Conceal it is.
The only upside is that funny faces look funnier on me now.
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