the lack of it
At the barber’s:
“Come, gather around people wherever you roam..”
Really? My hair …err…is it that bad?
“And, admit that the waters around you have grown..”
Waters…grown? *winces again*
*And, accept that soon you will be drenched to the bone..”
*Oh man! – It can’t be that bad,cannit?*
I’m thinking – how much can things change in one sleepless night-Your fervent Kannadiga barber has learnt to appreciate Bob Dylan?The light rhythmic snipping at the top of my hedge (hair) comes to an end. Like being caught by the Traffic Police for jumping the red light by 1 metre.
I’m still snoozing, but my fifth sense tells me something ain’t right.
*looks up with one eye* *Gives the Budweiser wazzzzzzzzzzzuupppp eyebrow raise*
*Barbers angry looking brow points to the ringing phone in my pocket.Nothing changed.*