CHAPTER FOUR


MY NEW HAIRSTYLE

 

I could not hold my dad outside, anymore. He kept thumping the door. I tried my best to improvise the answer to the best of my ability within the shortest span of time.


A few minutes later, I hesitantly walked towards the door, my hand reached to the door in a shivery mode and I opened the door.


There, my father was standing on the doorstep towering like a twin tower.


He bawled out the same question that he questioned while I was in the room, a few minutes ago.
I replied to him, I was practising the presentation for science class. I explained to him, one has to deal with testicles, asshole, breast, wife and beautiful especially, in science class.


"If you are to go through all these nasty preparations, I can be a good teacher." He whispered. But I got the essence of his whisper.


I escaped from the jaw of his boxing. 


"Thank God!" My heart finally breathed. But, I could no longer experience the presence of my heart in my body as it was stolen by her heart.


For your kind information, I have completely changed from the day I met her. My walking style. Hairstyle. My talking style. My eating style. My sleeping style. My laughing style. And my working style.
The prominent behaviour I changed and the world knew about me was, before I met her, my hairstyle would be most of the time like birds' nest. But, soon after my eyes caught her beauty, my head has given birth to a new hairstyle.


In the following morning, I woke up at 5 past 30 minutes. I did a monthly bath for 30 minutes. The dirt from my body was so thick which merely had blackened the water in my tape. But, I felt I had lost a ton of weight from my body.


Little later, I drizzled my hair with a few drops of water. I mixed it with the Nepal soap, I stood in front of the mirror, I combed it, I divided my hair into two compartments, I drew a big margin from the middle, there I resembled the hairstyle of Salman Khan in Tere Nam.


"How do I look like, beautiful? Do I deserve to be your future husband?" I rehearsed in front of the mirror.


"Wow! how come you have changed suddenly? You look handsome in this style, my boy. With whom are you going to date with?" My mother found me dramatising in front of the mirror and she teased me wearing a smile on her wrinkled face.