Braids to Balayage brown 🟤🤎

As a very quiet adolescent religious girl I followed the array of commands to nourish my hair, talking against or rising the demands of desires to groom was far off.

I know, I looked like a buffoon with oiled plaits.

Having had no audacity to say “please don’t oil my hair I look so ridiculous.”

Keeping this discomfort, which had to be suppressed because I had no grit to talk against my mother’s free will.

Muted girl who tried finding answers in her own pattern of thoughts, never did I tell what was happening to me to anyone around me.

My mind was constrained being conventional in my outlook although it was being very innocuous to me as a person.

Eventually breaking the stereotypes started looking very rude to me about the person. I turned myself to be very stringent. Happiness was in being good at academics. I enjoyed it.

But, I regret now on missing so many things in life so early!!

Understanding the outlook of being a bonehead and fearing on venturing anything new, what if I look rude to my people!? or maybe I’ll look more bold.

Amalgam of thoughts said no to do anything bold on me.

But for my this birthday I decided I should do something new to hair, maybe let’s try colouring hair.

I might look good or maybe not.

Ok!! let’s check on the salons nearby. Apparently I have five salons within my house premises. The first one I sneaked-in said, “no walk in and you must take an appointment, next appointment is for the next month.”

Then I went to another salon, with gruff voice she said, “only with appointments.”

Later I visited the salon where I always saw only middle-aged ladies going to get the hair cut or colouring done. she said, “I will give you an appointment today at 2pm.” I happily took an appointment, but I was not complacent to settle down with her.

So decided to visit the last salon and try for an immediate attention. As I walked inside the salon, ladies were very welcoming. One with blonde hair spoke to me, said “my hair was very dark, which will need some bleach to catch color of my choice and this will make the hair brittle.” I didn’t know what to say at that moment.

Disappointment hit hard and I decided not to color my hair at all and let it be the way it is. And didn’t get back to the salon who gave me an appointment the immediate noon.

My thoughts were so much around my hair for four weeks, I wanted to do something to it, but also have the same gorgeous healthy length. That one noon I was so caught in my thoughts about hair colouring, should I really think so much to colour?

What harm will it at the most make me?!

Worst if it goes worse than expected, I’ll chop it all and go short hair!

I picked on my phone to dial the one last salon I missed to contact.

She gave me an appointment after two weeks and I agreed but couldn’t resist till then, again the very next day I visited the salon who said colouring was bad to my hair. This is the only salon where I will have the possibility to get a hair service without an appointment if I am lucky. So I went in, told her I wanted a haircut. I don’t know why I said haircut and she said ok to it but only with a negative Covid test report.

I rushed to the next door Covid test center, which gave test reports in ten minutes. And the Covid tester who took my details was happy to say seeing my health insurance that, she was born on the same day as me.

There it ended rapidly and I got negative report, entered the salon again with this report. Well, she prepared to work on my hair meticulously, gave a bouncy little curvy hair cut. Over the conversation, I asked her if she could color my hair with some highlights.

I made up my mind if she does it than I am getting it done or I will never color my hair. Concluding maybe “the energy around me didn’t want me to do it.” My inner stringent spirit wakes up everytime when I step up to do something different to alert my conventional path.

As my hair stylist had a talk with her colleague about other appointments and asked me to come after two hours for hair colouring. I went out with my flying hair feeling fresh, did some shopping and wandered around.

Back again here I was at 12 pm precisely as mentioned by her.

She worked on colouring my hair. I felt the anxiety in me, still questioning myself should I really do it?

What if I lose my hair!?

What if I look rude!

I had no other option but to sit there like a tied monkey. She began the procedure which nearly took two hours. Oh I felt so tired!! And hungry.

Finally after hours of colouring,washing and diffusing my hair, I didn’t know what to say when I saw myself in the mirror. It looked different but I was fearsome.

Because, I never did something like this in my lifetime. Preserving the features the God has given was the preach I received. And that have had imbeded in me so strongly that without conscious I would still chose not to break the stereotypes.

And there I was! I was neutral in my thoughts. I wanted to try this and I did it.