Glorious days of my hair gone overnight
Even in darkness cranium mine sparkles bright
Beneath the veil of sympathy world around laughs
Silently I grit and scorn… wait till my pride grows
PS: I was giggling when I wrote this. I was sitting on a
chair at train station and suddenly I remembered that my hair has gone. Dad’s
death rituals demanded that I forsake my hair to the swift glide of a cut
throat razor over my head. I was really irked but there is nothing much I could
do if I were to prove my love for my Dad in the only way others understand.
Mach would have laughed uncontrollably if she happens to
see me this way. But then surely not at the expense of my Dad’s demise. I am
sure she too disapproved my uncanny love for ling hair but she never
complained.
I miss you Mach…
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