Hair, As straight as two parallel lines.

My hair.

Ugh.

Ugly, curly hair.

I’ve always had these really messy, unmanageable curls.The only time my hair has ever been straight is after washing them till they are wet. Once they dry, they go back to being the bushy mess that they are.

Straight hair has always been my fancy. I’d love to have poker straight hair but permanent straightening might just ruin my hair 😦 That does not mean I cannot have straight hair. 😛 Been experimenting with my hair since I hit teenhood. haha.

Here’s to stuff that I do & the trouble that I go through to manage my shabby curls :’)

*When I wash my hair, I leave in a bit of hair conditioner. I don’t completely wash it off. And when I’m done bathing, I immediately comb my hair. This way, my hair stays & looks straight for like, 2 days max. Or till I wash it again. Conditioner weighs your hair down & hence it helps the hair stay straight.

*Honey, milk & eggs. Yes. My mom’s trick. I mix all of these together & put the mixture on my hair like a hair mask for 40 minutes & then wash it off. Works pretty well for me.

*Wide toothed hairbrush- I comb my hair with a wide toothed brush so they don’t get all airy & fluffy :L

*I tie my hair into a nice plait before sleeping so when I wake up, my hair isn’t as messy.

*BEER. :’) It straightens my hair like magic.

PS-Get your hair drunk to set it straight 8)

*Use protein based hair products as they weigh your curls down.

* I use castor oil instead of coconut oil. It helps big time.

These are my ways of getting super straight hair WITHOUT using the heat products OR damaging my hair. 🙂

 

 

PRODUCT REVIEW.

Know what’s awesome? This Sunsilk shampoo that I’m going to tell you about is.

Sunsilk perfect hair is like this blessing in a bottle for me :’)

For someone who digs straight hair, this product is major help.

Did I like it? YES.

Will I buy it again? YES.

What I loved:

*My hair was a LOT less frizzy after I used it.

*It smells so good :O

*My hair was super soft.

* My hair didn’t look poker straight but my curls looked way more organised.

* I got way too many compliments for my hair. Wee 😀

What I disliked?

I don’t know. Nothing. It kinda worked for me.

 

This shampoo locked (the straightness of my hair) and it rocked. 🙂

 

Do give it a try. It sure gets a thumbs up from me 😀

PS- This is my first post for a contest. :$

 

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I’m upset.

“But why are you so upset?”

“I’m upset because there’s so much to do & there’s not much time. So many books to read.So many movies to watch.So many places to visit. There’s so much of music to listen to. So much of alcohol to try. So many words to say & so many emotions to convey. I don’t wanna die before turning the page. I don’t want my melody to remain unsung.I don’t want my desires to just remain desires. There’s so much to do& there isn’t much time.

Like Tyler Durden said,” This is your life & it’s ending. One minute at a time.”

I’m upset because there’s so much to say & do. So much to learn & share & I know I’ll never be able to do it all.

This sadness is chronic.

& I’m upset for I can’t find a way out.”

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Ajji.

 

So there is this lady. She loves to read. She reads everything that there is. She reads to hide her pain. She reads to miss Ajoba a little less. She reads to feel alive. She reads because she’s alive.

You’ll find her out in the verandah in the evenings. Looking at the sky with a dull, expressionless face.You can tell. She’s missing someone. But that’s what you do when people you love die, right? You miss them & she does too. Sometimes she talks to those little kids who are playing outside. Sometimes she gives them little treats. They make her happy but that’s just so momentary. Her sadness is old. Just like her. And it pains. Just like her knees do. But it’s not the same, you know.

Flowers make this oldie happy. Give her one & see her smile. A childlike, innocent smile. Books do, too. The peace that she finds in between those pages of a book is something beyond describable, she says.

She doesn’t get much sleep these days. Ajoba’s memories keep her up. Darkness scares her. And all she wants is to be with him. Be next to him. Huddled in bed with a torch next to her & a photo of her dead husband she waits for the night to pass & sometimes she wishes to pass with it.

And when she looks at me with those hopeful eyes searching for comfort which I know she wouldn’t find everything seems to crumble around me. I hate it. I despise myself for not being able to help her. I, I just want to make her smile. I’m willing to move mountains for it but I know that isn’t what she wants.

Her wrinkled skin & beautiful white hair. Her pretty sarees & reassuring voice. Her shaky fingers & soda glasses. Her talcum powder-ish smell. All just boil down to one word- comfort. And that’s exactly what I find in her.

I don’t know if she’s ever going to be truly happy again. Sadness is chronic. Her sad gazes just break my heart. But when I see her smile or talk passionately about politics & history or want to rub my back or oil my hair or just watch her wedding album with me, I feel sane. I feel nice. I know she’s happy. Just for a few moments. But she is.

She gave my mom to me. She changed my dirty nappies & put me to sleep when my parents were busy working their backsides off just so I could have a better future. She’s told me stories that fascinate me till date. She’s made me love books.

This post is just one of my trivial attempts to let her know how much I love her. My Ajji. 🙂

“Life has been really difficult for me since your ajoba died but I have you & that’s what keeps me going. Motivates me to live. I do it. For you.”

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And just by the way, 

She has fallen for the way you laugh. She tries to laugh like you. She imagines you laughing like that everytime she makes a funny.

And she tries to accentuate her speech now. She purses her lips together sometimes. Her mind reads in your voice. Her head speaks to her in your accent.

She even ties her hair just the way you like it. With loose curls falling from the sides & everytime the wind blows she wishes you appear out of nowhere & tuck them behind her ear.

Her stomach makes funny noises everytime she thinks of you sucking on her collarbones.She craves to touch your face.

Just by the way,

She likes you. A lot. She’s just hoping you notice.

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That blue dress.

“You’re like that pretty blue dress. So pretty. So perfect. You make that dull mannequin look painfully beautiful. Lively. I can’t help but keep admiring you from the other side of the display window. I like blue. I like pretty. I like the dress and I like you. But I’m helpless. I wish the pretty blue dress was tailored for me. I so wish.”

“But you never tried fitting yourself in it. We can alter it, baby.”

“What if the fabric loosens? What if the sequins fall off?”

“We can fix that. Just try. Maybe. Just maybe that pretty blue dress was tailored to perfection only for you. Let it hug your curves and complement your flaws. Make that blue dress much prettier. Try it on. Please do.”

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