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It seem like yesterday when i used to look at all the other people around me with cool and trendy haircuts, and i used to think , will i ever get the opportunity to display my hair with such pride and grace.

Now I let me tell you a bit about myself. I belong to the sikh community in India . In our community , both boys and girls are not allowed to cut hair from any part of their body. Over the ages women started to wax but still cutting our long tress was a big no no . It is considered that girls coming from respectable families never cut their hair . This is what my younger sister and I were told throughout our childhood. I still remember the days when our mother used to wash our hair religiously and then drying used to take about 1-2 hours and then came the worst part....COMBING . it was very painful and tiring process and our hair used to get entangled very badly and there used to be a lot of screaming and shouting in the house.\

My sister and I were both tired of having long hair, but we could not utter a word about cutting our hair in the house as our family was very strict and a very strong believer in Sikhism. I on the other hand respected my religion a lot but the hair was the worst part about it. So our dreams of having a nice and trendy cut were just a dream for us.

My hair is very heavy and thick , it is past thighs and the longest strand almost reached my knees and my sister's hair was a few inches past her waist and her hair texture is similar to mine Now I Guess you will be able to understand the pain of understanding such long hair.

Throughout our school life we made many plans to get our hair chopped but every time we thought of executing our plans , we had a major nervous break down and cut never cut our hair.

After the 12^th standard my sister was sent to Delhi (Capital of India) for her higher studies . There she had to stay alone with some of her course mates and all of them were having short hair. After spending 4 moths at the hostel she complained to me that she could not cope up with her long hair and her studies at the same time as it used to take her atleast 1 hour in the morning to get her hair and herself ready for the lectures. She said that she was more than willing to get her hair chopped but she wanted my approval. On hearing this my heart started beating like a galloping horse. I called her back and told her that I would be coming to meet her the later month and then we could decide.

I Arrived in Delhi on the 22^nd of Dec, 2008 and my sister was waiting at the airport to receive me . We hugged each other and we hired a cab to go to her hostel. On the way back I noticed her hair and got a shock. She had Trimmed her hair and now her hair was 2 inches above her waist. I enquired about it and she told me that she could not help it as she was being bullied by her course mates and seniors for having such dull and long hair which used to hang like a lifeless rope. So some of her friends advice to get her hair straightened and trimmed so that her hair would look better and attractive. I must admit that her hair was looking very nice and it had become very silky and smooth. Just like the type of hair I always desired to have. For the rest of the journey I kept speechless and kept admiring her hair.

On reaching home she told me that the next day she had planned to get her hair cut to shoulder length and she had also booked an appointment for me as well at the local parlour. I was shocked . She did not let me utter a word and pulled my hand and took me into her friends room . There I was greeted by 3 other girls , 2 of them had a bob cut and one of them had a layered cut till her shoulder blades. All of them were looking very sweet. After having a conversation with then for some time I came to know that one of the girl with the bob cut also belonged to our religion and a month earlier she used to have long hair till her mid back and last month she chopped it all of just to take part in a local beauty search contest. She also added that for the 1^st 2 weeks her family was very angry with her but after people started to pass comments about her looks and that she now looked much beautiful after the cut , that her parents also accepted the fact and complimented about her hairstyle. After hearing this i became very restless and and the entire night i could not sleep , thinking about the next day.

My sister woke up around 7:30 and told me that the appointment was at 11am . I was cold. She also told me that they had planned to donate the hair to a charity , so we had to wash our hair . I went into the bathroom and started washing my hair. My hands were trembling when i was washing my hair as this would be the last time I would be the last time I was washing my hair.

After washing I sun dried my hair and tied it in a pony tail. At 10 we left the house and we were joined by the same 3 girls who we met last night . All of them drooled at the length and thickness of my hair.

At 10:45 we reached the parlour and we were greeted warmly by the stylist. My sister introduced me to her and told me that she was the same lady who had trimmed her hair. Both of us were told to sit on the chair and we silently took our seats. She caped both of us with a big white cloth and then she disappeared for about 5 minutes. When she came back she had a small box in her hands . she placed the box on the counter in front of us and opened it. Out of it came 2 pairs of scissors, 3 types of combs and a set of electric clippers. The sight of all this sent a chill down my spine. The stylist turned towards my sister and removed the clucher from her hair and combed her hair passionately, she asked my sister if she was ready for the change and my sister nodded . My sister had a creepy smile on her face. The stylist turned her clippers on and dug them into my sister's long tress just below her shoulders. I skipped a heart beat at the sight off all the thick hair dropping on the floor. Within 3 minutes my sister's wait length hair was reduced to shoulder length . My sister shook her head with a feeling of relief and then the stylist sprayed her hair with water and started snipping bits of hair all over. In 15 minutes the show was over . My sister rose from the chair and looked straight into my eyes. I kept staring at her as she was looking soooo beautiful and cute just like a butterfly just emerged from its cocoon .

Before i could stop gazing at my sister, my worst fear was in front of me. The stylist turned towards me and opened my hair. On seeing my hair length she said that it was the longest hair she had ever cut .On hearing this I became dual minded and was thinking about backing off , at the same time she started brushing my hair and i was feeling like being the most pampered person on earth. After combing my hair for 5 minutes . even before i could make up my mind she looked at me and asked " are you ready for the big cut" I was speechless, and before i opened my mouth to utter a word my sister kept her hand on my shoulder and asked the stylist to proceed with the cut. I was totally unaware of the haircut my sister had panned for me. My sister told me to have faith in her and to stay calm. Unlike my sister the gathered my hair again in a ponytail and then she turned the clippers on. My heart was beating hard. At the sound of the clippers coming to like i shut my eyes and i could hear them approach the back of my neck. I was literally shivering as the clippers dug into my hair just above the rubber bands. I could feel strands of hair freeing from the pony and gathering on my cheeks.. It was altogether a very different feeling. Something I had never felt before. Within seconds my head was feeling very light and I opened my eyes. To my amazement the stylist had cut my hair at neck length and i had short hair all over my face covering it. My head was feeling soo light i actually wanted to touch my hair , but could not as I had the cape around me . the stylist picked up my pony from the floor and teasingly swayed it in front of me , I was emotionless . She kept my pony alongside her equipments on the counter and i kept looking at it . again she turned on the clippers and clipped my nape and i could very soon feel the cold breeze of the A/c on my nape . This was the first time i ever came across this feeling. After moving my head in all direction at the command of the stylist and bits of hair falling like rain in front of me, the show was over and i looked at my reflection in the mirror and tears rolled down cheeks as a new me was visible. And our dream had finally come true after all these years. I looked back at my cut pont tail and picked it. It was Heavy and i asked my self a question. " how did i like with all this mass all this time"

I played with my hair as my hair had become a lot bouncier and silky , just like the hair I always wanted.

I My sister complimented me and I hugged her and thanked her as it was all because of her efforts that we had our dream come true.

That night we went out partying and we received many compliments about our looks from people who did not even talk to us or ignored us the previous day.

I was soo damn happy but suddenly the fear of confronting my parents crossed my mind. I kept thinking about it during my entire stay in Delhi.

Now I am on my flight back home thinking about the future consequences of facing my parents. I have no idea how they will react to my new look , but i am very happy for myself.

I will keep updating the readers with the later part of my life as time passes by.

Cya......

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