Life – of invisible Eyebrows

I am not sure what happened during my childhood, but it
looks like I did some serious experiments with my dad’s razor on my eyebrows or
maybe God was really stingy when he was distributing eyebrows to my folks. Instead
of applying a bow shaped layer, he just sprinkled some hair in some strange
manner which settled half heartedly on the brow region.

And the best part is, you can’t even see them. I might be
the only girl in the universe to envy Yakko. Atleast he got some.

Even stranger are my photographs … somehow the brow part
of the eye looks like Charlie Chaplin’s moustache. Mr God was trying to be
comic on the wrong part of my face. Not that there’s any right part.

I remember when in school, the other girls had just started
experimenting with waxing and threading, and how they would be ooh-aahing on
each other’s eyebrow jobs, I came out as a major disaster figure. My eyebrows
were the nightmare of all eyebrows. It’s like someone was trying to shave them
off, but forgot halfway through.

My friends have often advised me to do threading. It is
believed that it helps in hair growth. But I never had the courage to risk
that. What if it doesn’t? I would end up looking like this

So goes on my life – with invisible eyebrows.

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