‘Wow! Look at your hair. It’s glowing, dark, soft, and fluffy’, exclaimed Manali while brushing her fingers through my hair.

I could sense my chest swell with happiness and cheeks widen with a smile upon her statement. ‘It is the God’s gift to have such growth and volume, indicating my happy being’.

‘More than your hair it is me, the reason behind your happy being’, winked Manali.

I smirked and left for shower.


The sound of overflowing bucket brought me back to the reality as I grudgingly counted my hair strands, detached and lying on the wet floor after shampooing.


This post is written for Write Tribe – 100 Words on Saturday 2014 -6, the topic being to write 100 words without thinking.

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