The Salon

Every man is a child when he sits in the chair of the salon. Entering into the salon shop as a small boy always fantasized me. It’s the one place where even the big boys are treated the same way as the small ones. The hair stylist is the boss and whatever instructions he gives should be abided. When my  school teachers visited the same salon where I used to have my hair cut, it was a great feeling altogether where they were made to dance to the tunes of the hair stylist. It was a sense of happiness as there is somebody to instruct them. The interactions with the stylist has always been interesting. You always find them to be the best friend for that span of time, say like a co-passenger. Any guy would hate somebody touching his head(atleast me), but not for the salon guy.

Every time I silp into the salon, the adrelin certainly pumps up with a message ” YOU ARE YOUNG  !!!!”

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