Haircut story

 Hair Adventures of Priya – Part 4 More Hair Adventures --- A New Obsession Priya had always seen haircuts as something forced upon her. Something she had to endure. But now? Now, she craved them. It had started with that first self-cut in the bathroom. Then, the barbershop boycut had been a revelation. The sensation of clippers, the thrill of watching her hair fall, the newfound confidence she felt afterward—it was addictive. And now, she wanted more. Shorter. Bolder. Freer. The thought buzzed in her mind every time she passed a barbershop, every time she saw a sharp pixie cut or a daring undercut. She had tasted freedom. And she wasn’t going back. The Next Step: An Undercut It had been a month since her barbershop boycut, and the hair at the back and sides had started growing out. It was still short, but not short enough. She found herself constantly running her fingers through the stubble at her nape, missing the crisp feel of freshly clipped hair. One evening, while scrolling t...

 Hair Adventures of Priya – Part 3 College Boycut at the Barbershop --- A New Beginning Priya had always believed that hair was more than just something that grew on her head—it was a symbol of her choices, her defiance, and, most importantly, her control over herself. Now, at 19, stepping into college, she finally had complete freedom. No one was forcing her to cut her hair, and no one was stopping her from growing it either. But something had changed. For years, she had fought to keep her hair long, dreading the summer cuts. But ever since that day in the bathroom, when she had taken the scissors into her own hands, something inside her had shifted. She had started liking short hair. She had kept it at a manageable length—never too long, never too short. A neat bob that framed her face well. But as she settled into college life, she began noticing something. Her friends were experimenting with their looks—some dyed their hair, some got new styles, some even shaved the sides for a...

 Hair Adventures of Priya – Part 2 Self Boycut in the Bathroom --- A Secret Desire for Control Years passed, but the memory of that summer haircut never faded. Priya was now 14, taller, more independent, but the shadow of her past haircuts still haunted her. Each year, as summer approached, she felt a familiar sense of dread. She had grown her hair long again—shoulder-length, silky, and thick. But she knew it wouldn’t last. Her mother still controlled her hair, just as she controlled so many other things in Priya’s life. School, studies, curfews—everything was dictated by rules. But hair… hair felt personal. And Priya wanted control. The Final Argument One evening, as she sat on the floor braiding her hair, her mother walked in. "It's time for a haircut," she announced casually, folding freshly ironed clothes. Priya's heart clenched. "Amma, no," she said firmly. "I like my hair this length." Her mother sighed. "Priya, you know it’s too hot in ...

 Hair Adventures of Priya – Part 1 Childhood Trauma: The Summer Short Forced Haircut --- A Girl and Her Hair The thick, black strands slipped effortlessly between Priya’s fingers as she ran a wooden comb through her long, silky hair. She sat cross-legged on the cool marble floor of her room, humming softly as she carefully braided it into two neat plaits, just as her mother had taught her. Her hair had always been a source of pride—a crown she never wanted to part with. It was thick, dark, and fell past her waist, swaying gently as she walked. But deep inside, she knew it wouldn’t last. Summer was coming. And summer always meant one thing. A haircut. The Unwanted Tradition Every year, as the hot months approached, Priya’s mother would make the same announcement: "It’s too hot, beta. Long hair is a nuisance in the summer. We’ll get it cut short." And every year, Priya would protest. "Amma, please! Just a trim! I promise I’ll tie it up!" But her pleas always went unhe...