Hey I am Poonam Suchismita Pati from Jharsuguda, Orissa going to narrate my experience of hair cutting. Now i am 23 years old, than i was 18 years old. I hardly remember cutting my hair since my Mum dislikes girls in short hair and so she never allows me for a haircut. I had desire to cut hairs like others girls cut in Parlour and also i like the styles of womens. I think if i would have hair like that, i would wear short dresses and so on, but no way.
Before cutting my hair was Knee length, very thick, spongy, no spoil ends, regularly washed and oiled. Everybody in my college were attracted towards my hairs. My body is also very sexy, medium size bumpers of front and back, slim figure, fair, height upto 5.5 feet, i was one piece in the college.
That was a bad sunday, telephone rang that my grand papa is serious. Parent away to village leaving we two siblings(Brother and Me) home. Due to my examinations, brother was to remain at home to take care of me.
At afternoon, i went kitchen to make tea and forget to take care of long hairs at kitchen. Stove was burning behind. I did not care and sat before and prepared tea. After some time i felt a burning smell. And Looool!!!!!! My Ponytail was burning. I add water suddenly but the fire has reached almost up and much of hairs were burnt. Thank GOD, i was saved. I cried a lot in kitchen. Brother came and saw me in this condition. He consoled me not to cry, after few months hair will grow again.
I was not in the condition to open the braid. Brother opened the braid and separated the hurnt pieces, Oh My God, that was a bunch. He told me "the burnt hairs would not suit you, you need to shorten your hair. Let do it here, and to get a style, we may go to a parlour in the evening". I agreed.
He came with a comb and scissor.
Krunch!!!! Krunch!!! Kach!!! Kach!! Combing combing
"Poonam now it is mid back length. Fir vi jale hue baal dikh rahe hain. Aur Chota karoon."
My Response"Haan Bhaya. Jitna katne se chalega aap katiea."
I was sound less and my brother was also using comb and scissors. He was also sound less. Just the scissors were so happy that they were shouting in joy. Just sounds coming"Crunch!!! Krach!!! Kach!! Kach!!! Kranch!!!" and caskets of lovely hairs falling. At last the work is over. My brother has sized so that i need not go to any parlour. He has dressed more than a hair stylist. At the ground, there were dustbin full of poor hairs.
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