I have been always fairly fascinated with my appearance (like most other human beings) and my tryst with my tresses took a long portion of it. Though I have been pretty tomboyish in my attitude yet all my sense of feminine grace culminated in my passion with my hair style.
During my college days and post graduation, my mom wanted me to have long hair, with a dictum of no cutting, no trimming and of course, I had hair till my waist, and its long silky length was a matter of pride for me. The ritual of oiling the hair with coconut oil and a rigorous massage of the scalp by my mom was a sticky mess but I would all through maintain my patience as that would make my hair look good.
And later after marriage, with my new found independence (highly debatable, though) the hair dressers would refuse to cut my long shiny and healthy hair, but somehow I would convince them! My experiments with my hair more or less started since then and are still continuing. I have got my hair permed root to end, completely and now only around the end! I have got streaking done and then a never ending process of various cuts, long steps, short steps, razor cut, 'V' and 'U' shape, layers and what not.
Now I realize that there has always been this interesting connection between my hair and my mood swings. It has been like if I can’t change my life situations at least let me change my hair style.
ME AND MY EVER RESTLESS MIND!