Wow! Is what plainly describes the new exoneration. The new inscribe. A feeling of a hidden despair vanishing in a flash. And what a change, it has brought in too.
After a medication advice from a practitioner, it felt like going under the knife. The receding line was clearly visible and was nearly total when a recent intimation happened. Perplexed by the ugly getup it portrayed, hurrying through the buses and ending up at a salon.
The salon was quite exquisite. With leather-cushioned seats, adjustable heights and a kit load of accessories to operate with. And hosts, uncountable. Spikes- for the men and women alike, it looked like a shrub with no grass cut ever in its tenure. White makeups, scissors in their pockets and a black robe to cover the dirt that sprayed onto them with a welcome message splashed. It was luxurious for the air-conditioning service pre-installed in the salon and on the customer's pocket. Beams of drying equipment, trimmers and cash counters blocked the paths. All of a sudden, a lady bangs open the door and orders me to sit on the decorated chairs. Like a stuffed goat, ready to be axed.
Innocent me, obeyed as ordered. And then zip-zap-zoom! Two clothes of towels quickly engulfed the chest. And a coat for the same dirt to fall on. I had an intention this time. To cover up the receding line as well as show it up in a cult fashion. And then came up the trimmer onto my head. Of course, before the custom of asking the style that you need. Which, at first instance, I didn't know about.
The line started to disappear and emerged a partly flashy skin, ridiculous with the companions around. Not withstanding the stupid look, I suggested her to continue trimming it up and closed my eyes. After three rounds of the electronic instrument over the head, it finally stopped. I opened my eyes after the weird look and found to my surprise, a neat and clean head, not to worry about. Not to doubt on. Happy on the choice made. And a emergence of attitude.
Posting a snapshot of the new look, I amazed myself more. With the global acceptance and likable feature, I swelled up more with pride. With a paltry sum charged amid wonders.
After a medication advice from a practitioner, it felt like going under the knife. The receding line was clearly visible and was nearly total when a recent intimation happened. Perplexed by the ugly getup it portrayed, hurrying through the buses and ending up at a salon.
The salon was quite exquisite. With leather-cushioned seats, adjustable heights and a kit load of accessories to operate with. And hosts, uncountable. Spikes- for the men and women alike, it looked like a shrub with no grass cut ever in its tenure. White makeups, scissors in their pockets and a black robe to cover the dirt that sprayed onto them with a welcome message splashed. It was luxurious for the air-conditioning service pre-installed in the salon and on the customer's pocket. Beams of drying equipment, trimmers and cash counters blocked the paths. All of a sudden, a lady bangs open the door and orders me to sit on the decorated chairs. Like a stuffed goat, ready to be axed.
Innocent me, obeyed as ordered. And then zip-zap-zoom! Two clothes of towels quickly engulfed the chest. And a coat for the same dirt to fall on. I had an intention this time. To cover up the receding line as well as show it up in a cult fashion. And then came up the trimmer onto my head. Of course, before the custom of asking the style that you need. Which, at first instance, I didn't know about.
The line started to disappear and emerged a partly flashy skin, ridiculous with the companions around. Not withstanding the stupid look, I suggested her to continue trimming it up and closed my eyes. After three rounds of the electronic instrument over the head, it finally stopped. I opened my eyes after the weird look and found to my surprise, a neat and clean head, not to worry about. Not to doubt on. Happy on the choice made. And a emergence of attitude.
Posting a snapshot of the new look, I amazed myself more. With the global acceptance and likable feature, I swelled up more with pride. With a paltry sum charged amid wonders.
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