Maggie cuts her hair. That was a chapter in our English book, when I was in class four. It was an extract from ‘The Little Women’ series in which one of the character, Maggie cuts her hair in order to pay the medical expenses of her sick mother. She had a fine long hair, she cuts it nevertheless.
I loved my hair when it was short and, terribly wished it to grow little longer and longer. However, after its growth beneath shoulder’s length, I really hated to care. So, I cut it short. I cut my hair two days ago. It is not that healthy fine like Maggie’s. Strangely, after cutting my hair, a thought swarm around me like bees swarming around flowers.
When we were young and dependent we loved and respect our parents. And, when we become independent in the later years of our life, we feel that they are the extra burden we have to look after. Bitter as aftertaste of an antibiotic, the thought was indeed unpleasant. I have come across such cases often and hated much more. Why don’t we love them then? It is similar with my hair when it was short I wanted to take care of it but when it grew extra long, hated it.
Becoming independent does not mean that we have to stop loving our parents. I still love my hair, cut short.
Love your parents ALWAYS….like your extra half of your body….
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