My hair cut resembles the feathers of a sparrow that just got wet in the rain.
So i went to the parlour last Saturday and demanded a hair cut from the same person who does it every time.
I never bother to ask for her name, but whenever my hair needs a cut, i dream of her the night before.
To my utter shock and disbelief, she refused to cut my hair. She was actually thrilled to see me, because my hair is now looking exactly the way she wanted it to.
I have been asked to come back after 3 months, by which time i'll go crazy, because everyday is now a bad hair day.
Wondering whether i should change hair dressers or shave off the entire mass of dead black cells (ugh!) on my head that are adding to my misery.