Up close all I can see is his "jarda" stained T-shirt as he goes about with great gusto on which hair style will suit me the most.Snip snip, his scissors go as heap of hair fall on the dirty white apron.
"Babu junga suhayena ", He remarks.
And I vigorously shake my head. It stays. For a moment I seriously think he is going to shave it off. With or without my permission. "Dai keta manche ko junga bhai halcha ni".I attempt a retort.
"Huna ta ho babu...lekin aapko kateko nai suit garcha."
I don't know what I find more amusing. His self appointed role as my stylist or his habit of speaking a couple of languages in the same sentence. As he twists and turns my head as per his desire, he flips open his Razor to shave my beard. And despite myself, I can't stop thinking ..one wrong push....one wrong push. Damn I shouldn't have watched Sweeney Todd before coming here.
"Dai, Ali kapal mileko chaina."
"Babu, Kapal ekdum first class handsome cha." He confirms with full confidence. "Aba massage karenge".
And he starts twisting my arm in ways that makes me wonder if my big pot bellied barber was a wrestler somewhere back in time.
Once decided he is done.(Thank God) he looks at me as if an artist would look at his painting, gives a nod of approval and sprays me with the most pungent aftershave ever."Babu lai hamesha top class saman use garchu ma"
Me, I am just praying that I see no one I know on my way back home.
#ReganSinghOriginal #Shortstory #Fiction 27th July 2014
"Babu junga suhayena ", He remarks.
And I vigorously shake my head. It stays. For a moment I seriously think he is going to shave it off. With or without my permission. "Dai keta manche ko junga bhai halcha ni".I attempt a retort.
"Huna ta ho babu...lekin aapko kateko nai suit garcha."
I don't know what I find more amusing. His self appointed role as my stylist or his habit of speaking a couple of languages in the same sentence. As he twists and turns my head as per his desire, he flips open his Razor to shave my beard. And despite myself, I can't stop thinking ..one wrong push....one wrong push. Damn I shouldn't have watched Sweeney Todd before coming here.
"Dai, Ali kapal mileko chaina."
"Babu, Kapal ekdum first class handsome cha." He confirms with full confidence. "Aba massage karenge".
And he starts twisting my arm in ways that makes me wonder if my big pot bellied barber was a wrestler somewhere back in time.
Once decided he is done.(Thank God) he looks at me as if an artist would look at his painting, gives a nod of approval and sprays me with the most pungent aftershave ever."Babu lai hamesha top class saman use garchu ma"
Me, I am just praying that I see no one I know on my way back home.
#ReganSinghOriginal #Shortstory #Fiction 27th July 2014
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