I was wandering in my warm and cozy dreamscape, when I felt a cold hand rubbing against my face. A chill ran down my spine. In a split second I was up on my bed, only to realize that it was my husband who had again woken up at an unearthly hour. Who wakes up at 6 am, specially when the temperature outside is 7 freaking degrees!!
“Are you trying to kill me!!”, I snapped back. Nope, I am not a morning person.
“I was actually planning to pour a mug of water on you”. He said with that sly smile of his.
“What … do… you… want?“, I asked as I flopped back on the bed, gathering all the blanket around me.
“I need haircut … Pleaseee”
“Didn’t I trim your hair two days back!!!”
“But look they have grown. I can’t go to office like that.”
I glared at him. How long can a hair grow in two days?
“It’s the same. Let me go to sleep before anyone gets hurt”.
“C’mon please!!”. The few more “please” that he added, were right next to my eardrums.
“Oofff”. No, there was no peace until I run the damn machine on his head.
His hair was cropped short all over, except on top. Yeah, that’s the latest trend it seems. I call it the Manny-Style. Remember Manny from Ice Age.
How can anyone even move in this cold? I thought as he quickly laid down all the tools on the table, arranged the chair and plugged in the electric razor. All I managed was to drag my feet towards the living room.
He handed me the razor, placed his hands on my shoulders and shook me.
“Step one – Open your eyes”
Yeah, I was pretty much shaken and awake by that time.
After 15 minutes of running the razor over his head, I showed him the mirror.
“Hey you missed this part? Do it properly.” He slapped the razor back in my hands.
After 5 more minutes.
“Naah … you missed this section”. He said, pointing the hair hidden behind his ears. “If you don’t want to do this, you should have said earlier”.
“Really, like I had choice!!”. I was in no mood to entertain his tantrums. Nope, I am really not a morning person.
After two more minutes of struggling with the razor and trying not to trim off his ears as well, I again placed the mirror in front of him.
“Yeah, that’s better. You are my best wife”. He said mockingly.
“Clean this mess before you leave”, was all I said before I slumped back on the inviting bed.
My dreamscape was now a hairy mess.
Yup, that’s the hairstyle. Wow, I can be a stylist 😛
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** NakhreBaaz is a Hindi word that literally translates to Picky in English