I took the matchbox in my hand . I just stayed sitting on chair which was in front of my mirror . Completely numb and unable to pick a choice between each . The one choice in which the hair held all my fears , insecurities and pain , I would cut them by my own hands by this scissors.
Or the other one , the same hair which resembles the woman ( my mom ) I adore , should I nourish the hair roots and continue the ritual of taking away the evil eyes and energies by burning the dhoop with this matchstick .
I dropped the matchstick to the floor . My eyes wandered between the matchstick and the scissors. I took a deep breath and stared at my reflection. My eyes started filling with tears , tup ..tup... tears started falling from my eyes .
I picked up the scissors and put it on my hair cutting them slowly. My tears continued falling down ,my breath became laboured . At end , the scissors fell down near matchstick .
I got up and left that place to far away ......
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