The Quintessential Loss
Been a long, long time since I wrote something. BlogAdda's WOW prompt about stuff we have lost, seemed to be perfectly timed-given my recent break up.
And while I was once again stifling tears & pulling out my hair, I noticed that I didn't need to pull it out at all. Strands of my precious mane seemed to be just waiting to depart my head. My most gentle caress could now, easily liberate 3-4 strands of fine hair off my scalp. This was no news, but it set me thinking. I like the many other fellow humans suffer from hair loss. Hair loss of the kinds that makes you worry & well...further lose more hair, is the worst!
From a thick mane that had once broken the teeth of many proud combs, I have now resigned to combing the delicate strands with my fingers. The idea of using shampoo fills me with sudden nightmarish visions-of the hair falling off and clogging the drain while I sob beside it. Being bald will never suit my large round face.
I miss the days when I could go off on my 2-wheeler, hair flying in the wind & it being so dense, not ending up in tangles that make you almost lunge for the scissors...almost. Now I cover my hair more carefully than I'd care about covering the rest of me. Fine, straight hair that can get tangled up faster than a pair of earphones placed in your bag.
I have tolerated the stench of eggs & milk, a deadly combo that can knock anyone out, just to pamper my mane. I have harassed my room mate, refusing to bathe until the hour was up & then returned from the bath stinking worse than before. If you don't think that's possible, try keeping a mix of eggs, henna & milk on your hair for an hour & then wash off with cold water only.
I have oiled my oily hair, used up all 'love yourself'/'you are worthy' shampoos, even resorted to the orange-clad baba ji's concoctions that had me smelling like organic manure; but to no avail.
So I declare the loss of one's hair as the supreme leader, the top contender of all losses.
You lose a boyfriend, you get another. I have lost toys, clothes, lipstick, pens (pens...hmm..there must be a parallel universe where the pens disappear to) or keys, I have always bought another. Losing hair...seeing it fly away in plain sight and land lazily on the floor, in slow motion, will never stop sending a sharp stab of pain right in my heart.
And when the time comes when I finally go bald, I'm going to put this quote on my wall-
This week’s WOW prompt is – ‘League of Lost Things’
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda