when I was in college I shaved my head bald once just for the heck of it.
The look wasn't going well on me and my father was the most harsh on me. To quote him, "You look like a Bhikari!". This was on the day of Diwali when we're supposed to learn to shut the f**k up and (try 2) be happy. Btw, maybe the fact that he was a few drinks down adds to the hurt? Well, that trauma is for my psychiatrist(lol, jk..i don't take therapy, my family is conservative in the "You should rather suffer to death than go to any doctor." Well, fast
forward to today I had to shave my head because my hairline is receding....and I'm having trouble accepting my self, because no one's said one thing about how I look but I wear a hat still, because I feel conscious, because I haven't been able to come terms with my receding hairline.
Well anyways, memories with parents are bittersweet right? Being the closest to us, it's brutal when they try to hurt us either intentionally or unintentionally, but I know that when it really matters, they're the only ones by my side and will never leave me alone.
Anyways in this clusterfu*k of emotions and what not....I can't help but remember this awesome scene everyone time I feel shitty about my family stuff...It surprisingly works too :p
[I hope the image comes after the text]
Matar panner pe focus karo...#PTisComing!
