Earlier this month, I decided to go for a complete makeover! I was going through a rough patch and God knows what I was thinking, all this while. I got my heart broken for the nth time and it was an awful feeling. It still is. And as usual, I wondered whether I will ever survive this. I went ahead with the crying- blaming- chocolate eating-denial mode phase. I slept throughout because I felt if I was awake for one more second, I would go into depression, as if the heaviness in my chest doesn’t ever fade. Sometimes I wondered what’s the point of it all. We are here to ultimately die and simply cease to exist. One day you are on top of the world and the next instant, you fall flat on your face. Is there anything permanent? Love? Life? Or even the so-called permanently straightened hair? Anyway, anger and depression, if left unchecked, will inevitably give you an ugly appearance. And on one fateful minute, I decided!
I guess, the physical act of cutting something away from me symbolized the act of truly letting go. As if in some twisted way, I also view it as a way of getting rid of something like a bad memory that keeps on replaying in my mind.
Anyway, this also helped me tick something off from my bucket list- Highlights! Woohoo. An otherwise me, would have freaked off of the mere idea of colouring my hair. But I was game, even to get streaks of violet! However, as for starters I settled with a mix of brown and red. It did dig up a big hole in my pocket. Guess I could have even gone to Thailand and back with the money I spent. But I am happy.
P.S: The author does not advocate to chop off your hair everytime you have a heartbreak or a break up. If that is the case, you will not have any hair left. This will likely make us feel better for the time being only. Who are we kidding!—the relationship didn’t end due to our hairstyle. Cheers! Have loads of tequila!