The matter of hair

“APPI”, YOU DYED YOUR HAIR” , screamed my bro at me. “Nooo I didn’t dye my hair”. Suddenly my bro was pulling my small plait and dragging it to my face. “Look its BROWN !”, he screamed in my ear. “Yea I know, tell me something new”, said I. “Your hair is BLACK not brown”, said my bro. “Oh yea I forgot I had dyed it”, I lied.
(it was getting interesting and didn’t want the show to stop)
Before I knew it my bro had rushed to the room my mom was in. I would hear him frantically explaining how his sister had dyed her hair brown and how would his mom allow such a thing. My mom explained to him kindly that in strong sunlight his eldest sister’s hair turns brownish reddish and is technically 3 colours depending on the light. My bro comes back to me. “Good you didn’t dye your hair”, said he. “Well I was planning to dye it light brown so you better take your good back”,said I jokingly. “WHAT ?”

Yup the screaming session started. And my 12 year old brother started bossing me around. I got so mad. I mean it’s my life, my hair. If I want to dye it I can. My parents don’t mind and I even have an uncle who asked me if I wanted to dye my hair. ( He promised me that if my parent disagreed on me dying my hair he would talk with them !) So with such cool-headed people around me how in the world did I ended up with such a bossy little brother who is currently obsessed with my hair. To get back on him for screaming at him I told him I have full attention to dye my hair either red or blonde. I told him I am pondering on the subject. As red hair would clash with pink clothes. (I made it up) And blonde hair is un-Meera like. But how do I know its un-Meera like when I haven’t seen myself with blonde hair ? I actually asked for his opinion which turned him purple. Ok not purple but his huge eyes were filled with frustration and anger. I wish I wanted to dye my hair but the sad truth is I don’t want to dye my hair. Anyway it doesn’t matter. Knowing him he won’t get a good night sleep in trying to come up with plans to stop me.

My sister on the other hand is facing a complete different situation with my parents. My parent wants to cut her hair as she doesn’t take care of it and its always messy. Because they keep cutting it , it has never managed to grow. This time my 10 year old sis has put her foot down and is rebelliously fighting for her rights. The thing is my parents do have a point. I mean even with her short hair she manages to mess it up beautifully. But even I had enough of her short hair so I am supporting her. So I made a pact with my mom that I would make sure her hair is always neat in return they wont cut her hair. But it turn out that keeping her hair neat is the most difficult job on the Earth!

Hmm welcome to the glimpse of my home life. I find it hilarious I guess because its mine and mine alone. Anyway you guys take care ! Have a blast !