Fourth sitting with the dentist and the first painless session. I felt like singing on the way home. I sang.
And then I met my downstairs neighbour while waiting for the lift. My first thought on seeing her was to wish that I became invisible or at least the lift came down quickly and swallowed me up. Actually she used to run a boutique and she'd twice asked me in the past to visit it. And of course I couldn't. And worse, the second time around she'd even mentioned that there was a discount sale and annoyed me. Anyway, the lift didn't come in time and we got in together. But gladly she no longer runs that boutique. And better, she even told me that grey hair looks good on me and I carry it well. It's the first anyone has ever said it actually; most others talk as if I've forced them to watch an ugly sight. I must tell about it to my mother, who is collectively conscious of mine and her own grey hair.
While on the topic, I must mention this new irritating habit my mother has developed. Anytime someone admires my hair for its enduring thickness and if she's anywhere in the earshot, my mother tells them that it's because I don't remove the knots properly. The first time I laughed but after repeated offenses, it's no more funny. What the hell! As if I can challenge her to do that and see! It's like some kind of defense mechanism she's putting up on my behalf. But I usually don't have to respond; the admirers take up the cudgel on my behalf.
And then I met my downstairs neighbour while waiting for the lift. My first thought on seeing her was to wish that I became invisible or at least the lift came down quickly and swallowed me up. Actually she used to run a boutique and she'd twice asked me in the past to visit it. And of course I couldn't. And worse, the second time around she'd even mentioned that there was a discount sale and annoyed me. Anyway, the lift didn't come in time and we got in together. But gladly she no longer runs that boutique. And better, she even told me that grey hair looks good on me and I carry it well. It's the first anyone has ever said it actually; most others talk as if I've forced them to watch an ugly sight. I must tell about it to my mother, who is collectively conscious of mine and her own grey hair.
While on the topic, I must mention this new irritating habit my mother has developed. Anytime someone admires my hair for its enduring thickness and if she's anywhere in the earshot, my mother tells them that it's because I don't remove the knots properly. The first time I laughed but after repeated offenses, it's no more funny. What the hell! As if I can challenge her to do that and see! It's like some kind of defense mechanism she's putting up on my behalf. But I usually don't have to respond; the admirers take up the cudgel on my behalf.
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