The weather in New York was beautiful today ... the sun peeped occasionally through the clouds - and I just like anyone who has grown up in tropical climate with too much sun have grown to appreciate a cloudy day...
I smiled and hugged him and asked him how he was - I hadn't seen him for 5 whole months ...
I sipped a hot cup of invigorating coffee with him on the terrace and we caught up on each others lives ...
He told me how great I looked and that the long hair really suited my face ...
He gently played with my hair and put his mastery to work ...
What is it about this relationship that every time I meet my hair stylist, I feel like a million dollars?
I felt like the clay in the hands of an expert sculptor that is confident of it's beauty even as an unshapely blob ... I think that is the sign of a good stylist when you transition into a state of peace on his chair even before he starts to work his magic!
1 comment:
wow, thats some horrible poetry!
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