Sneha and Mary

ఏంటి..సడన్ గా ప్రయాణం?" సూట్ కేస్ సర్దుకుని ప్రయాణానికి సిద్ధం గా వున్నా రూం మేట్ స్నేహ ని చూసి ఆశ్చర్యంగా అడిగింది మేరి. "ఆ...సాయంకాలం నాన్న ఫోన్ చేసారు..రేపు మా వాళ్ళందరూ తిరుపతి కి వెళ్తున్నరంతా..నన్ను కూడా వెంటనే బయలుదేరి రమ్మన్నారు..నువ్వు వచ్చాక చెప్పి వెళ్దామని నీ కోసం ఎదురు చూస్తున్నాను" ..చెప్పింది స్నేహ.. స్నేహ, మేరి సాఫ్ట్ వేర్ సంస్థ లో పని చేస్తారు..ఇద్దరూ ఒకే జిల్లా వాళ్ళు కావడంతో ఒక ఇంట్లో రూం అద్దెకి తీసుకుని వుంటున్నారు. "ఓ.కే..హేపీ జర్నీ " చెప్పింది బయటకి వెళ్తున్న తో స్నేహ తో మేరి.."థాంక్..యు...గుడ్ నైట్.." అని చెప్పి ఆటో ఎక్కింది స్నేహ.. ఐదు రోజుల తరువాత రూం కి వచ్చిన స్నేహ ని చూసిన మేరి ఒక్క సారిగా ఆశ్చర్యంగా చిన్నగా అరిచింది..వెళ్ళేటప్పుడు వత్తైన నడుము దాక వున్నా జడ తో వెళ్ళిన స్నేహ ఇప్పుడు నున్నని గుండు తో వచ్చింది..."ఏంటి ఈ సర్ ప్రైజ్ " ఆమె గుండు వంక చూస్తూ ఆశ్చర్యంగా అంది మేరి... "ఏమీ లేదు...నాన్న కుటుంబం అంతా గుండు కొట్టిస్తామని మొక్కుకున్నారు అంట..అందుకని నేను కూడా కాదనలేక గుండు చేయించాను.."నున్నటి గుండు మీద తన అర చేతితో రుద్దుకుంటూ చెప్పింది స్నేహ... "అంత పొడవైన జుట్టుని పోగొట్టుకోవడానికి నీకు బాధ అనిపించా లేదా.." కుతూహలం గా అడిగింది మేరి.. "బాధ ఎందుకు ..జుట్టు మళ్ళీ ఇంతలో వస్తుంది...దీని కోసం పేరెంట్స్ ని బాధ పెట్టడం ఎందుకు.."మేత్యూర్డ్ గా చెప్పింది స్నేహ.. "ఏమైనా నువ్వు గ్రేట్ స్నేహ.."ఆమె గుండు ను రుద్దుతూ అంది మేరి... ఆ రోజు రాత్రి..వాళ్ళు భోజనం చేసేటప్పుడు మేరి స్నేహ ని చాల ప్రశ్నలు అడిగింది... "మీరు ఇలా గుండు కొట్టిస్తామని ఎందుకు మొక్కుకొంటారు..అందు వలన మీకు వచ్చే లాభం ఏంటి...."ఇలా అనేక ప్రశ్నలు అడిగింది ఆమె స్నేహాని...స్నేహ వాటన్నిటికి ఓపికగా సమాధానం చెప్పింది.. "నీ తల మీద కత్తితో గీస్తుంటే నీకు ఏమని పించింది..'' కొంచెం సేపైనాక అడిగింది మేరి... స్నేహ తన అనుభవాన్ని వివరించింది...అదొక చెప్పలేని అనుభూతి...మన తల మీద వున్నా భారమంతా దిగిపోయినట్టు వుంటుంది..నాకు ఇప్పుడు చాల హాయిగా వుంది.."అని చెప్పింది స్నేహ..గుండ్రటి మొహం కావటంతో స్నేహ గుండులో కూడా చాలా అందం గా కనిపిస్తోంది..ఆమె రోజూ హాయి గా తలారా స్నానం చేస్తోంది...ఆమెని చూస్తుంటే మేరి కి కూడా అలా గుండు చేయించుకోవాలని అనిపించడం మొదలు పెట్టింది.. ఒక రోజు అదే మాటని స్నేహ తో అంది మేరి.. "అయితే ఇంకెందుకు ఆలస్యం..వెంటనే తిరుపతి కి బయలుదేరు.."చెప్పింది స్నేహ.. "అయ్యో..మేము అక్కడికి వెళ్ళాము కదా...ఎలా" నిరాశగా అంది మేరి..."ఓహ్...నిజమే కదా నేను మర్చిపోయాను...సారి." అంది స్నేహ... "అయ్యో ...ఎం పరవాలేదు.."అని సర్ది చెప్పింది మేరి... తరువాత చాలా సార్లు తనకి కూడా అలా చేయించుకోవాలని వుందని అంది మేరి..స్నేహ తో... "పోనీ ఒక పని చేద్దామా.."ఒక రోజు అంది స్నేహ.."ఏంటి.."కుతూహలం గా అడిగింది మేరి... "నేను నీకు గుండు చేయనా.." అంది స్నేహ..మేరి ఆశ్చర్య పోయింది..'నువ్వా.." అంది "ఔను...నిజం చెప్పాలంటే నాకు గుండు గీయిన్చుకోవడం...గుండు గీయడం కూడా చాలా ఇష్టం..." అని చెప్తున్నా స్నేహ ని ఆశ్చర్యంగా చూసింది మేరి... "మరి..నీకు గుండు చేయడం వచ్చా.."అడిగింది.. "ఆ..ఆ..యుట్యూబ్ లో చాలా చూసాను...అవి చూసినప్పుడు నాకు చెప్పలేనంత ఆనందం కలుగుతుంది....మొన్న తిరుపతి లో కూడా అక్కడ గుండు చేయించుకుంటున్న వాళ్ళని చూస్తె పిచ్చ పిచ్చ గా వుంది.." తరువాత స్నేహ యుట్యూబ్ ఓపెన్ చేసి తిరుపతి లో మహిళా క్షురకులు ఆడ వాళ్లకి గుండు గీసే దృశ్యాలు చూపించింది...వాటిని చూస్తుంటే మేరి కి కూడా ఎగ్జైటింగ్ గా వుంది...చివరకి స్నేహ చేత గుండు చేయించుకోవడానికి ఒప్పుకొంది మేరి... మేరిది మీడియం జుట్టు..కానీ చాలా వత్తుగా వుంటుంది...నీట్ గా ట్రిం చేయించి పోనీ టైల్ వేసుకుంటుంది.... మరుసటి ఆదివారం స్నేహ చేత గుండు చేయించుకోవడానికి నిశ్చయించుకుంది మేరి...వాళ్ళిద్దరూ సెలూన్ పరికరాలు అమ్మే షాప్ కి వెళ్లి మంగలి కత్తి కొనుక్కోచ్చారు... ఆ రోజు ఆదివారం... మేరి తెల్ల రంగు నైటీ వేసుకుని వుంది...టైం ఉదయం పది అయ్యింది...అచ్చం తిరుపతి కళ్యాణ కట్టలో లాగ మేరి బాసింపట్టు వేసుకుని రూం మధ్యలో కూచుంది.... స్నేహ హాఫ్ బ్లేడ్ ని మంగలి కత్తిలో ఇన్సర్ట్ చేసింది...స్నేహ...మగ లో నీళ్ళు తెచ్చి.....మేరి తలని బాగా తడిపింది....వత్తైన ఆమె జుట్టు బాగా తడిసింది.... స్నేహ మేరి ముందు గొంతుకు కూచుని...మంగలి కత్తిని ఆమె తల మీద ఆనించింది... "సర్...సర్...సర్...."చాల అనుభవమున్న దానిలా స్నేహ కత్తిని కదిలిస్తోంది...మేరి జుట్టు తెగి...పాయలు పాయలు గా ఆమె కాళ్ళ మీద పడుతోంది...పదునైన కత్తి స్పర్స మేరీకి హాయి గా వుంది...పది నిముషాల్లో ఆమె తలని పూర్తి గా నున్నగా చేసేసింది స్నేహ..

Madhu gundu

Hi…..It’s not my story , heard from my friend this is real story. The characters in the story are madhu: Is a housewife she live in Tamil Nadu her hair was up to her butt-locks long black hair and had only child name is rekka hair was below breast her husband was in aboard this story take place in 2016 madhu was 38 year old and her daughter was 15 year old, I am going to narrate as her daughter is a hairfestish in the story. Rekka:mom, can we go the shopping? Madhu: wait I am combing my then I will braid it wait for 10 mins. Rekka:mom you always late to get ready because of the long ,I think you better shave it off. Madhu: (smiled) and said if you company me I will do it. Rekka: who is getting late to get ready? It only 2min to comb my hair and make it in a ponytail. If you want me shave my head I am willing to do, do you I think I am afarid of loosing my hair. If you want me to shave I will do it right now call the Baber, but condition you promise me u to want to shave your head. Rekka was didn’t get afarid to shaving her head because she get hairfestish​ in the age of 12. Her parents forced her shave her head,madhu was vow to temple and they didn’t give the hair sacrifice so they forced her to shave. Rekka get so embracing because the baber was sit the road because of the crowd in the temple. But rekka loved the bald head . And she began to brower it in the internet. She see some headshave Video when she is alone. Madhu:hai… Chill I am just joking, I am ready we can go to shopping . Leave this topic Rekka: fine….Let’s go. After few month the summer came and summer holidays for rekka. Madhu husband:Get a phone call from her husband, me said I got promotion in my office Madhu: awesome honey best of luck I am so happy about darling. Madhu husband: but one problem I didn’t say to rekka about it, I vow that rekka want to bald in front that Lord balaji. I am sorry Madhu: we want to convince her because rekka told that she was willing to shave her head. Madhu husband: thank God ,but the condition is that temple in our street corner, the important thinks is in front of the temple not in inside, after the shave burn her hair. Madhu: what you vow tell fully? Madhu husband: I vowed if I get promotion my daughter will shave her head in front of Lord balaji temple and after the shave she was to burn her shaved hair. For ever month for 6months she want to shave her head in the same place. Madhu: ok.. she will shave her head tomorrow bye. After few hours rekka came home she said mom my summer holidays start today Madhu: good how long you got holidays Rekka: two months mom, Its summer so I am to salon to cut my hair few inches give me money Madhu: Don’t need it rekka, you going shave your head tomorrow Rekka : It’s joke right,I already told I am willing to shave my head. Don’t lie to me Madhu: your calls​ me few hours ago and he get promotion so he vowed to shaved to head to the Lord balaji. And rekka go to her room and do ever hairstyle she can,she thinks again that madhu had hair and showoff to rekka . In madhu bedroom she takes a nice headbath and put the coastly hair shampoo and after she finishes the bath she make a bun , After she put the clothes she sit in front of the the mirror and blow-dry her hair and make a braid and went to sleep In the morning they of them get up early and madhu told rekka to headbath. Rekka was angry on madhu she didn’t speak to her . Rekka to the bathroom and madhu went with her and madhu unbraid her and told her to sit the floor naked and poured water in rekka head and she put the shampoo in rekka hair after the bath madhu braid rekka hair and the move the temple first for prayer in 8:00am they finish the prayer in 10:00am because of the crowd. Madhu flower in the rekka single breast length braid. Rekka: (Angrily) mom where I want to shave my head? where is the barber? Madhu: follow me( she lead rekka to Temple entrances and told wait) Rekka: why are we standing in the road. Madhu spotted a babershop in front of the temple the babershop was so small and only had one mirror and one rolling chair. The shop was on the road with any roof. Madhu bring rekka to the shop and told her to sit the ground and wait. Madhu: sir, did you shave my daughter’s​ hair. Barber: (looked at rekka ) and said ok but wait for 10mins. I will do it Rekka: mom your again embracing me. Ok fine. I am brave , No hair on care here after I am only in boy cut until my marriage Madhu:ok do what you want but for next six months your in bald head. Rekka: ok…..Cool(crying) Everyone in the road was watching rekka was ready to shave her head in the babershop in road. Barber: madam,tell you daughter to sit in the chair. Rekka was sit in the chair her eyes is full of tears. The baber took cape and put on rekka . Rekka: shave my head with cape.baber took off the cape Barber: madam, unbraid your daughter’s hair. Madhu unbraiding rekka hair madhu the put the hair pins and butterflies clips and the rubber band to the baber Barber pour water in her head until her whole hair was wet and then sperated her two-sided and make a two knots , baber: rekka your going to bald and now say bye bye to your hair. Rekka: baber do it quickly Baber load the half blade in razor and bend her head back rekka was facing the sky and baber put the balde in the forehead and slowly move to backwards rekka can feel her head and madhu was watching fully. Rekka hold her hair in the knots and the baber finish the left side of rekka head and the hair was fall to rekka lap she took the hair and hold it madhu came and grab the hair from rekka put it in a carry bag . The baber move to right and her finished . Rekka get and madhu told her to sit and madhu told baber to smooth her head the baber apply shaving cream in rekka head and shaved it again. Now rekka was get up and took her phone and took some selfiv Madhu: sir , can you shave my head also. Baber: but you want to sit in road because the chair won’t carry your weight madam Madhu said fine and sit in the road, rekka was happy her mother also going to bald rekka think long hair queen now bald head queen. Rekka was laughing a and on the video Camera in madhu . Rekka put live in madhu Facebook. Barber wet madhu hair rekka move to baber and said I will give 100 rupee make my mother half bald and leave it for 10min tell any reason and go somewhere​ and come. Baber said he will do it Rekka was sit near to madhu and take Video. Madhu was so embraced right now . Rekka said more to come. Now Barber load half blade and bend madhu head her chin was touching her breast and the baber ask to rekka , rekka Said same as me. The baber unbraid madhu hair and put it in a pigtails. The barber put blade in the right side and shave it quickly and rekka was hold mad hair as soon as the hair fall rekka show to the camera. Now madhu was half bald. The barber said madam wait the I am going buy the bald the old one is now sharp less. The barber left the place now rekka take photos and she put it in the Facebook selfiv with my half bald mom. Madhu was crying and she feel the embracing and everyone in the road laugh at madhu. The huge crowd was on the road to see madhu. The baber came after 10mins and he shave the rest of the Hair and rekka told the baber to apply the shaving cream and told I want her head so smooth. The shave madhu head again. Rekka the money to the baber. Madhu get up and rubbe her head while seeing the mirror and madhu told to the baber every month rekka will come to your shop shave her head smooth. Baber said he will do it they both go the home and madhu burn the hair in road ….. If you want part -2 about rekka’s every month headshave. If I miss anything comment it and how do you guys like the next story comment it.

Family gundu-1

Malati reluctant to get a gundu It was early January 2008. Nirmala (Nimmy to near and dear ones) from Davanagere, KA joined an IT Company in Bangalore and got a two room accommodation in a nearby PG. She was in search of a roommate so that the room rent could be shared. Three days later Malati (Maalu for short) from Kurnool, AP joined her group in the company. After introduction, Nirmala saw a tense face of Malati. N: Why are you tense? M: I have not been able to find accommodation. Do you know of any PG? N (suddenly very happy): Oh, fine. I was also looking for a roommate so that we could share the rent. Are you willing to join me? M (with a broad smile): Oh, that is fine. I will join you. So, in the evening Malati joined the same PG as Nirmala and became her roommate. They had most things in common – vegetarians, religious, had some social concern and so of helping nature, mischievous nature, fair and very beautiful with nice features, liked to wear saree instead of salwar kameez, had a nose stud on the right nostril, etc. One major difference was mother tongue. The other was while Malati had beautiful, dense and long straight hair up to her bum, Nirmala had dense but slightly curly hair up to only a couple of inches below her shoulder blades. Yet it looked very beautiful on her. It did not take long for the two to become close friends. In mid-May, both Nimmy and Maalu were called to their respective hometowns by their parents and marriages were settled for them. Nimmy was to wed a Bangalore boy, Pranesh working as an engineer in a PSU like his dad. He was living with his parents in a 3BHK flat bought by his dad 3 years earlier. His mom, Pranati was working as a Professor of Telugu in Bangalore University. The marriage was fixed in 3 months, i.e. end Aug. Maalu was to wed Rajesh, also working in Bangalore, in a big IT Company. He was currently living in a gents’ PG. His father is a professor in a college in Guntur, AP, while mother Renuka was also a professor in another college in the same town. She resigned the job to look after the house and grandkid once her elder son Rakesh’s wife, Gayatri delivered her first kid, four years earlier. Gayatri is a high school teacher. Now she has two kids, a three year old girl, Kruti and a one year old boy, Kiran. Rakesh is a state government officer, fortunately posted in Guntur currently. The marriage would be held in mid-Oct, less than 2 months after Nimmy’s marriage. N: Are they orthodox? M: Very much. As much as my people are. What about yours? N: Same here. But the boy’s mom appeared to be a bit liberal and jovial. I don’t know how she will be with me. Pranesh has said that we will be staying together – a condition for marriage. M: Have you agreed? N: Yeah, sure. I like to be with elders. So much less problem. We have to adjust a bit and I feel things will be okay. (with a sudden glint in her eyes) And you know what, Malu? Pranesh’s mom is also from Kurnool. Though her parents are Kannada speaking people from Mysuru, they settled in Kurnool since her dad got job there before he married. Her primary education was in Telugu only. But she speaks and reads Kannada as well but cannot write it as fluently as she does Telugu. I told her about you. By the by, Malu, has your boy hired or purchased a place? M: I don’t know. I have to ask him. N: If not done yet, why don’t you rent a flat in our apartment building? Pranesh was telling that there are a few empty flats in his building. If available you can purchase one also. We can continue to stay nearby. M (with a wide happy grin): Yeah, that will be really good. I will ask him now. In the weekend, Nirmala took Malati and Rajesh to her prospective in-laws’ place. Malati was overwhelmed by the grace, affection and fluent and chaste Telugu of Pranati. Fortunately, there was one flat for sale from an earlier buyer. It was on the 9th floor, one floor below that of Pranesh’s flat. Both Rajesh and Malati liked it. His parents gave him the free hand. So the deal was done and in two months’ time, he could arrange the loan and register the flat. A week later, his parents came and Rajesh did ‘Gruhapravesham’ function. On Nirmala’s request, Pranesh and his family helped them a lot to conduct it. A few days later, Rajesh shifted to the house also. However, Malati continued to stay in the PG, though she frequently visited Rajesh’s place. She became very close to Pranati. Since Pranati was a jovial woman, she could rag Malati in Telugu to her heart’s content and both used to laugh to their hearts’ content. Though Malati addressed Pranati as ‘aunty’ she treated her like her own mother, sharing with her almost anything in her mind. The marriages happened. Malati attended Nimmy’s marriage held in Davanagere. Nimmy shifted out of the PG into her in-laws’ flat. Another two months and the entire family – Nimmy, Pranesh, Pranati and her husband – travelled to Kurnool and attended Maalu’s marriage. About six weeks later, a Monday evening (22nd Dec), Maalu barged into Nimmy’s house with teary eyes, hugged Pranati and started weeping. Nimmy had not yet come home from work. P: Maalu, what happened? Why are you weeping? Maalu was uncontrollable. It was the first time that Pranati or anybody in Bangalore for that matter saw Maalu weeping. With a lot of affection and effort, Pranati made Maalu to stop weeping and regain some of her composure. Then she haltingly told the problem. M: Au..aun..ty, this is cheating. His (meaning Rajesh’s) parents and.. and… and… my parents bo.. both have cheated me. P: What is it? Stop weeping and tell me clearly. Now Maalu composed herself and spoke in a clear but accusing voice. M: Aunty, neither attagaru (m-i-l) nor Rajesh told me this before marriage. They have a strange custom in their house. They have a five yearly family tonsure at Tirumala. Added to that, even though it is not in five year cycle, the newly wed d-i-l and her husband have to tonsure her head in Tirumala within three months of marriage. If they had told me all this during ‘bride seeing’, I would not have agreed to marry Rajesh at all (she was highly agitated while saying this). Now, what shall I do, aunty? (again she started weeping). P (with a smiling face): Did you talk to your mom about this? M (becoming angry again): Aunty, why are you smiling? I thought you would symapthise with me and help me out. You also seem to mock at me. P (continued to smile): Did you talk to your mom about this? M (in a disappointed note): Yes, she brushed it aside saying ‘What is there, Maalu? After all, it is hair which will grow back and it is their custom. Just go along and do as they say’ (she mimicked her mom with anger). She also did not help me, aunty. Such long and beautiful hair and they want me to shave it all off for some stupid custom. What do they know about the difficulty I would face in my workplace? And the amount of time required to grow it again? And, do you know, aunty? Attagaru said that I should not cover it with a cap or a scarf and I should move about exposing my bald head and ‘that is part of the convention’ (now she mimicked her m-i-l)! Convention, my foot! (she again started to weep with her head on Pranati’s shoulder). P (now stopped smiling): Ok, ok, Maalu. I understand your concern. I will see what I can do. But first compose yourself. It took some time for Maalu to stop weeping. By then, Nimmy also came home. Pranati heard her scooter parking, went out and secretly briefed her about Maalu’s problem before she entered the house. Nimmy giggled initially. Pranati made a stern face and silently indicated to her not to laugh or giggle. N: Hi Maalu. M (with no joy or happiness and looking elsewhere): Hi Nimmy went inside, refreshed herself, changed clothes, came and sat beside Maalu. Pranati served some snacks and coffee and persuaded Maalu to first take it. She reluctantly obliged and had the company of Nimmy (who was 14 weeks pregnant). P: Now Maalu, I will tell you my experience when I was just entering college in Kurnool. Listen carefully. Pranati’s story: It was summer of 1968. I had completed SSC. One fine day, our neighbour lady Sharada marched in with Tirumala prasadam and her head clean shaved. Her two daughters, Padma, who had just completed B.Sc. and was enrolling to B.Ed. and Poorna who was my friend and classmate were in tow and both were with gundu (bald) heads like their mom. I was taken aback. My mom just smiled and welcomed them asking how the trip was etc. And added ‘Sharada, you look cute like this. Padma and Poorna, you also look so nice like this!’ and caressed the bald heads of the two girls who grinned happily. And really, all the three looked really beautiful with their gundu heads. Later, mom told me that it is a custom in their house for the whole family to get a family gundu at Tirumala once in five or six years. And this was the first time they had this family gundu being in that house. Two years before, they were elsewhere in Kurnool. There were eight people in their house – Sharada, her husband, her f-i-l, her m-i-l, her two sons and two daughters. Everybody was joyful about the family gundu. Later I also caressed Poorna’s head several times and found it extremely joyful. In fact, looking at all those smiling faces and smooth bald heads in the same family told me one thing – the family gundu is a very beautiful thing. I asked mom ‘why don’t we also do family gundu’? She said we don’t have that custom. I then asked ‘Can I alone get a gundu head in Tirumala like Poorna’. Mom smiled and said ‘No Pranati, for them it is their custom. We do not cut women’s hair at all. This is our custom.’ But somehow the desire to get a gundu like Poorna became very strong in me. A few days later, I put up some tantrum and pressed my parents to allow me to get a gundu. Neither dad nor mom scolded me or beat me. They were not happy with my demand and tried to persuade me to drop such request. But I kept on insisting. Since no phones were there among common people those days, my mom wrote to her Mysuru based m-i-l (i.e. my granny) explaining my request and tantrums. She wrote back saying ‘Pranati, the child likes to do it. She is still 15. Let her do it. Hair will grow by the time she becomes a graduate.’ Finally, both mom and dad reluctantly agreed on the condition that I should get 70% in my 11th. If so, before joining B.A. or B.Sc. or whatever, I could get a gundu at Tirumala. A year later, I got 73% in 11th. The family – my parents, my two elder brothers and myself – went to Tirumala. There, barring mom, the remaining four got our heads shaved. Those days, disposable blades were still not in vogue. The Kalyanakatta was a smaller one. My experience of getting my midback hair shaved off was a beautiful one. Mom also happily used to caress my smooth head. I wanted to do it again after my BA, before joining MA. But my parents put their foot down and said sternly ‘Pranati, you have to be marriage ready. If you cut it again, it will take three more years to get a good length. It will be difficult to get a good family if they see you with short hair. So pipe down and forget cutting it’. I understood the situation and did not press further. After marriage, I requested my m-i-l to allow me to tonsure my head along with my daughter Rukmini when she completed 10 months. The nice lady that she was, that day she showed me her ‘raudravatara (fiery face)’ and shouted me down. She took my word that I will never cut my hair even after she passes away. I was not allowed to cut Rukmini’s hair either. I had no option but to give her my word that I would not cut or shave my hair. In fact, two years after Poorna and family had their family tonsure, Padma (who passed out of B.Ed. at that time) was married off to a Hyderabad boy with just about 12 inches of hair. The boy’s parents were very happy to learn that she had shaved off her head in Tirumala two years before as part of family head shave and said that they will be very happy if she would do a religious tonsure once in four or five years after coming to their house, though they did not have any family tonsure custom. And Padma happily continues to get a religious gundu once in five years even today at 61 years of age. And I miss that chance. Poorna got her head tonsured again five years later at age 20 and she was in 3rd year MBBS in Hyderabad. She was fortunate to land in a rich family in Vishakhapatna as d-i-l where not only family tonsure was practised once in six years but also short hair was allowed for females if desired. So, she happily continued to get a Tirumala tonsure once in six years along with the whole family. And as per her husband’s wish, once she had enough hair after a tonsure, she used to keep an ear level bob. Since early 90s she keeps a short boy cut. And having seen Poorna with a beautiful and short boy cut my desire of having a boy cut daughter and daughter-in-law blossomed to which my husband happily agreed. But we could not implement it till my m-i-l was alive. P (continuing): Look, Maalu, hair grows again. People will laugh and talk when they see a baldy but that is temporary. If you smilingly say ‘it is family vow’ or ‘Tirupati’ or something like that, they will shut up. And getting a gundu is a really nice experience. And being a part of a family gundu is a much better experience. And trust me, you will look really beautiful with gundu head also. So I suggest that you stop complaining and happily go along with the desire of your m-i-l and get your head nicely shaved and enjoy it to the fullest. (to be continued)

Rukku gundu katha

I was 12 when my mom’s family residing in Adoni barged into our house in Kurnool. I was in awe as all of them – my mom’s parents, her dad’s octogenarian parents, mom’s two younger brothers, their wives and three kids – 2 girls and a boy – all were smoothly bald! They had come straight from a family head shave (gundu) in Tirumala. The eldest kid, Smita was 3 years younger to me. She looked exceedingly beautiful as a baldy! Her mother, Kusuma aunty looked superb with her round cue ball head. The whole family being bald together! I really liked a family gundu from that moment onwards! The next day, after they left to Adoni, I asked mom why our family did not get such a family gundu so far. Mom: Tradition of family gundu is not there in our house. I: Amma, at least can I get a gundu like Smita? Mom: Priya, we do not cut girls’ and women’s hair after they complete 5 years of age. You were tonsured when you completed 2 years and again 2 years later. But now that you have crossed 5 years of age, no more haircut or tonsure for you. I was disappointed. But a thought came to me. I (with a bright smile): Amma, did you ever get a gundu before marriage? Mom: Sure, dear. I got gundu 5 times! Twice before I was 5 which I do not remember. Those I remember are when I was 9, 13 and 19. The last one was when I was in 2nd year B.Sc. All were family gundus at Tirumala. I: Did you like it? Is there any photo when you were a baldy? Mom: Oh, I liked it immensely. But I was not allowed to do it here after marriage. And that photo of me being bald, I do not have here. I will show you when we go to Adoni next time. I: If our family does not permit female tonsure, why did grandpa and grandma happily hug and caress the bald pates of the women of Adoni? Mom: In our family tradition, there is no female haircut. But in my parents’ house, a periodic family gundu is a must. Your grandparents always support following the respective family traditions in all families. That is why they are happy about it. Two months later, mom, I and my younger brother were in Adoni for a brief vacation. Mom showed the family photo when she was bald during her B.Sc. She looked so beautiful. I envied her. Years rolled by. I was 19 and in my second year B.Sc. My hair grew very long – reaching the bottom of my bum. At that time a combined trip to Tirumala was planned – mom’s parental family from Adoni and our family here in Kurnool. By now, in Adoni, the octogenarian great grandparents had passed away. On the other hand, two more kids had arrived – a girl and a boy. So from Adoni came my grandparents, mom’s two brothers, their wives and 5 kids – 3 girls and 2 boys – totally 3 gents, 2 boys, 3 ladies and 3 girls. Smita was 16 now and had entered 11th std. From Kurnool, my grandparents, my parents, myself and my younger brother were there – 3 gents and 3 ladies. I was overjoyed and asked mom whether a family gundu had been approved in our family also, hoping to enjoy a gundu I was longing for and also hoping to see my 41 year old mom as a baldy. She said with a bright smile ‘Yes for Adoni family and no for Kurnool family. Only our three gents will be tonsured.’ I was disappointed again. In Tirumala, seeing the Adoni ladies happily becoming smooth baldies I grew jealous. What a beautiful scene it was – wet long hair of beautiful females shorn to skin producing a smooth cue ball head! Running my palm on their smooth domes gave me so much joy. On the way back home in the hired mini bus, I sat between my two bald aunts for a while and with one hand on each of their gundu heads, I swiped and drummed their smooth and beautiful bald heads simultaneously. So joyous it was. Back home I asked mom what I should do to enjoy a gundu at least once in the near future. Mom said “It is my dream also to see you as a smooth baldy once. Just pray to Lord Venkateshwara to marry you off into a family where female gundu is allowed.” So I did what she said – kept praying for marriage into a family which, apart from other good things, allowed female gundu. I passed B.Sc. and joined M.Sc. Physics in Hyderabad. With two months to the final examinations, I was astonished to see a senior female professor of Physics, Kamini, turn up bald in the college. I talked to her in private and asked her the reason for her gundu. She promptly said with a bright smile ‘Tirupati’. On further discussion, I learnt that it was family gundu along with her husband, two sons and the new daughter-in-law. It was their family tradition that the new daughter-in-law gets a Tirupati gundu within three months of marriage along with her husband. To make her feel comfortable, they decided to do a family gundu and everybody was happy about it. I told her shyly “I am also longing for a gundu but my family tradition does not allow any haircut for grownup females. I am hoping to get into a family where they allow female gundu, like yours” and giggled. A bald Kamini madam smiled and asked me of which caste I was. I told her. The next day Kamini madam called me to her chamber. She said “Priya, there is one Rakesh in another college who joined there as a Mathematics lecturer some three years ago. His mom, Vanaja, is my classmate in B.Sc. and so a close friend. They are of your caste. In their family they go for an annual Tirumala trip where all the gents compulsorily tonsure and the ladies compulsorily give three cuts and chop their hair to midback. Occasionally, ladies also get a full gundu. She is looking for a match for Rakesh. You could be a suitable candidate. If you are interested, I will speak to your parents.” Shyly I told her with a smile “Thank you madam. Please speak to my mom. It will be my parents who will look for a match for me. It is better that I don’t see Rakesh. Please do not tell my mom that you have spoken to me about the alliance or about their gundu practice. You can tell her that you thought I could be a suitable girl for your friend’s son and so collected the contact and spoke to her.” She agreed. Kamini madam did not waste time. So a week later, my parents were in Hyderabad to see the boy and his family (without me). They were very happy with the alliance since the horoscopes, etc. matched very well. The next Sunday, I was back in Kurnool for the ‘girl seeing’. The alliance was firmed up but on my request, the marriage was fixed some eight months later, after my exams and getting a job in Hyderabad. Kamini madam recommended my name to the Physics HOD of a different college, some 3 km from my prospective in-laws’ house. I did very well in the interview and got the job. I stayed in a PG and reported to the college in August. Everyone envied my beautiful bum long hair. Little did they know that its days were numbered and I was longing to be rid of it. The marriage happened and I settled in my new home. My bank officer f-i-l, housewife m-i-l, my husband and his 20 year old sister Rukmini studying in MBBS all were very good to me. Rakesh, of course, was very loving. I started enjoying the new life. It was three months after my marriage and I was two months pregnant. My m-i-l said to me “Priya, three days from now, we all will be going to Tirumala for our annual pilgrimage. Going there once a year in Aashadha is our tradition. I hope you will carry forward this legacy happily”. I said “Surely, attagaru. As you know, I am a devotee of Lord Venkateshwara. It is such a happy and solemn thing”. M-i-l (with a smile): Not just going there, dear. The gents have to shave off their heads and the ladies have to offer 3 cuts and trim their braids short – 4 inches below shoulder for girls upto 15 years of age and 6 inches for those above 15 years. For most females, the braid would have grown by about 6 inches in a year which gets trimmed off. For Rukmini the hair growth is very fast at about 9 inches per annum. So she cuts off about 9 inches every year. Since your hair is below your bum, you may have to cut off some 2 ft, this once. This was it, I thought. Cutting my bum long hair was just a few days away! But she is mentioning only cutting it short. If only she had asked me to shave it all off how nice it would have been! And, I had managed to keep this haircut facet of my in-laws’ household away from my parents. Now that has to be right royally corrected. So I said “Ok, attagaru, I will happily do it. But please inform my mom once from your side”. M-i-l: That is the reason I am talking to you about it. When I told your mom about all this yesterday, she was pleasantly surprised. She said ‘Vanajamma, since we don’t have the practice of cutting women’s hair, we have never cut Priya’s hair after her second gundu at 4 years’ age. Her bum long hair is virgin hair grown after that. If I had my way, I would have got her head shaved once in 5 or 6 years. But my in-laws and husband vetoed it. Now Priya is of your family. You can do as you like. But I will be very happy if you first shave off her bum long hair in Tirumala. She can do 3 cuts and all that from next year onwards. Of course, only if Priya accepts this suggestion happily.’ Hearing this, my spirits rose sky high! Oh, thank you, amma! She had spoken to my m-i-l on my head shave! But could this lady be lying? A sudden fear of facing my students also cropped up. So I said “Can I talk to my mom once on this?” M-i-l: Oh, by all means. I talked to my mom immediately. She confirmed whatever my m-i-l had said. Mom added “Priya, I know how much anxiously you were longing for gundu all these years. Now, you have got that golden chance and happily get a gundu, dear!” I said “Amma, I still long for it but since I am 2 months pregnant will a gundu be allowed? And being a lecturer, I am nervous of going around bald in front of students.” Mom said “Priya dear, I will explain, listen. In your in-laws’ house the tradition is annual gundu for gents in Aashaadha and three cuts and end snipping to upper back for ladies. I asked your m-i-l whether gundu for ladies is allowed. She said that it was certainly allowed if one desires. She herself had done gundu about 6 years ago and Rukku about 4 years ago. And if a female cuts her hair outside a temple for whatever reason, a gundu is a must for her in the next Tirumala visit. I asked her whether Priya could do gundu now, as she is pregnant. She said ‘if Priya desires to do gundu now, the whole family would be very happy. Her pregnancy does not matter at all, since it is in Tirumala that she gets shorn bald and her pregnancy is not even three months old’. And so dear, do not lose this chance. Get a nice and smooth cue ball head in Tirumala and I am sure you will get back long hair in three years. After that, as per your family’s tradition trim it to mid-back once a year!” And she giggled. So I told mom “Ok, but how to face students with a gundu head, mom? Students will rag me”. Mom said “Oh come on, Priya. Have you forgotten that Kamini madam was smoothly bald and it was the reason that you talked to her and got this alliance? Did she ever feel shy of going around bald in the college? No, isn’t it? Take courage, get a gundu happily and go around bald without covering your head for a couple of days. Some little ragging will pass off if you ignore it. But I assure you from personal experience that a gundu, especially at Tirumala, is so refreshing that you will feel like doing it again and again.” I told her that I will decide after talking to Rakesh. Soon after Rakesh came home, I asked him would he like it if I got a gundu at Tirumala three days hence instead of just three cuts and braid trim. I can never forget the way his eyes brightened and a wide smile appeared with happiness. “If you do it happily and go around bald, I will be the happiest person, dear” he said hugging me. I decided then and there to happily get a gundu this time in Tirumala. But what happened next was bizarre. Hearing that I would be doing gundu, Rukmini told her parents that she also would like to do gundu this time, if they allowed. Anyway, her hair grows fast and she would get back upper-back hair in two years, before her MBBS is completed. My in-laws happily agreed. Then my m-i-l asked f-i-l’s permission to do gundu along with daughter and daughter-in-law. Rukku’s marriage would not be earlier than three years and she would be having upper-back hair by then. F-i-l happily agreed for the same. So three days later, the five of us – two gents and three ladies – were in Tirumala. My parents, grandparents and brother came directly to Tirumala to witness my gundu. And the gundu process in Kalyanakatta was exhilarating. I realised why mom had said ‘you will feel like doing it again and again’. It was really so. The wetting and massaging of the head, the feel of the razor and its chrr… chrr…. sound of scraping of the wet hair, the falling wet hair touching the skin and giving a tickling sensation, reshave at the end making the head cue ball smooth – oh! Everything was such a beautiful experience! The beautiful smooth gundu head in the mirror and the great feeling of running my palm on my cue ball head proved to be immensely pleasurable. I felt jealous of the gents of the house. They can get a gundu so much more often! From my parental home, the three gents – grandpa, dad and brother – also got gundu. My mom was very happy that finally her dear daughter got a smooth gundu, a desire both I and she had harboured for long. She hugged me, caressed my gundu head and kissed it with motherly love. Even my grandparents were happy that I got into a household where my gundu desire was fulfilled. They all went straight to Kurnool while we went to Hyderabad. As suggested by my in-laws, my mom and Kamini madam, I refrained from covering my head. The first few hours in the college was really tough. Everybody was asking about it and staring at it. But the word ‘Tirumala’ with a wide smile from me did the thing and almost everybody was happy about it. Some ragging was there but it was on the positive side and I felt happy about it. The fears I had expressed to mom seemed now to be misplaced. By the time I returned home I was very happy that I got the gundu and there was never a moment of regret. Seeing all the five with smooth gundu heads around the dinner table itself was a beautiful sight. With a hint of jealousy, I said “You gents are so lucky. You can enjoy a Tirumala gundu so often. ‘Once in a year’ is the done thing in this family. How I wish our hair grew so fast that we get 2 feet long hair in one year. If so, we also could get a gundu every year!” and giggled. My f-i-l laughed and said “Priya, who prevented you from getting a gundu every year, even with a 6 inch growth per annum? You can do so by all means and I will happily support my dear d-i-l to be a baldy every year.” I looked at him happily with open mouth. My bald m-i-l added “Priya, these are modern times and you are a lecturer. So why don’t you keep a clipper boycut like gents after some hair grows? Then, as per our rules you will HAVE to get an annual gundu!” And she giggled again. Bodi Rukku (as I affectionately called her meaning ‘bald Rukku’) added “Yes, vadina (sister-in-law), you will look superb with a neat clipper boy cut – clipped close all round and just combable on top – just like anna (her brother Rakesh).” My husband looked as if he was in a different world. He chimed in saying “Amma, it was three steps to heaven for me to have got a wife so beautiful in a gundu head. If she keeps a regular short clipper boy cut and annual gundu, I would have climbed the remaining four steps to heaven.” I fully understood his intent and smiled with shyness. I said “When all of you are so happy about me having short hair and annual gundu, I will certainly get a boycut at the earliest.” But m-i-l put cold water on that saying “Not so fast, dear. You will be completing 3 months of pregnancy in 3 weeks from now. After that till delivery is over, no haircut or gundu for you….” My f-i-l butted in saying “Vanaja, let us not have too many rules. The child (pointing to me) likes to do an annual gundu and I am very happy about it. Let her keep her hair a boycut or crewcut or whatever once a month, pregnant or not. She can skip haircut for two months before Tirumala. That would be sufficient. Else, she would not be able to get a boycut for several years on one pretext or the other. Having realised seeing a bald d-i-l, now I am eager to see her in a nice boycut! So do not put unnecessary road blocks to it.” My cue ball headed m-i-l happily conceded saying “Ok, Priya. Agreed with your f-i-l. But just have sufficient hair to put a centre parting for ‘seemantha’ function in your 8th month. Otherwise, you can go for a nice boycut once a month.” So three months later, Rakesh took me to the barbershop and told the barber to give me a boycut like what he gets. I had grown about 2 inches of hair, sufficient for a short boycut. The barber put a cloth around my torso, tucked it in and combed my hair with a left parting. He took clippers with no. 1 guide, bent my head down and clippered my hair high up at the nape. Then he clippered both the sides to about 1 inch above the ears. He wetted the top hair and scissored it to a neat boycut with a left parting. Then he took clippers again, removed the guide and clippered the back and sides to almost zero. Then he merged the clippered areas to scissored area smoothly with scissors. I really loved the feel of the clippers and the beautiful sight of my boycut. Back home, my f-i-l, m-i-l and s-i-l were all very happy to see me in that style. Each of them hugged me affectionately caressing my bald back and sides. I was the first boycut lady in the family. F-i-l said “Priya, you look so beautiful either as a baldy or with this type of a clipper boycut! Keep a regular boycut and an annual head shave, dear! It suits you!” M-i-l endorsed her husband’s words. I was on cloud nine with no regrets for having shed my bum long hair. To have sufficient hair for ‘Seemantha’, I skipped haircut in the next two months. ‘Seemantha’ was done in the 8th month and I had about three inches hair, sufficient for a centre parting. Three days before the scheduled delivery, the barber was called home and he gave me another clipper boycut. And I was happy to deliver my son with a clipper boycut three days later. I had two more boycuts in barbershop when my son was 1 month old and 2 months old. I skipped haircut in the next two months to have sufficient hair for the annual Tirumala gundu. By the time a year passed after the Tirumala tonsure, my first son was five months old. Rukku had grown hair almost touching her shoulders while m-i-l had got hair upto about 2 inches above her shoulder. In the annual Tirumala pilgrimage, the two ladies got three cuts. My son was too young for his first haircut. F-i-l, Rakesh and myself got smooth gundu again. In five years of marriage, I produced three kids – a boy, a girl and a boy. Both the girl and the second boy were conceived when I was freshly bald from Tirumala. The girl was delivered with a fresh clipper boycut. The second boy was delivered with a fresh clipper gundu! We had planned accordingly and in-laws happily agreed. Rukku completed MBBS and a year later, during her PGD (Opth), was married off to a doctor in Mumbai. She continued her PGD and became a sought after ophthalmologist in a private hospital in Mumbai. Her husband is an orthopaedics doctor in a different hospital there. Having seen my beautiful boycut, he entreated her to keep a similar boycut. She agreed on the condition that she continues her parental family’s tradition of annual Tirumala 3 cuts and a gundu once in three or four years. He and his parents agreed and immediately she went to Tirumala with her husband and returned home bald after shaving off her midback hair. Later, she started keeping a boycut like me. It is nine years since my marriage. I am happily following the annual Tirumala gundu and a clipper boycut like my husband and f-i-l. My in-laws, husband and of course myself and my mom are extremely happy about it. Soon after Rukku’s marriage, my m-i-l got gundu again with the rest of us, that is, four years after her gundu with me. I told her to try boycut this year with a gundu in the succeeding Tirumala visit. After some cajoling by the three of us, she agreed. After her first boycut, she and f-i-l fell in love with it. Since then she also has changed into a clipper boycut lady with annual gundu like me and all are very happy about it. It is a beautiful sight to see four smooth baldies – two gents and two ladies – around the dining table after every Aashaadha’s Tirumala visit. In my college, I am a very popular teacher, now an assistant professor. The staff and students eagerly look for me turning up with a cue ball head in every June/July, i.e. in Aashadha month. Taking a cue from me, at least 6 female teachers and two female office staff have turned up bald getting a religious gundu at one time or the other, in the last 9 years. And like me, they all have happily gone around bald without covering their bald heads. And three of them have switched over to boycut like me. And each one of them has thanked me for giving them courage to fulfil their gundu and boycut desire. My daughter is six years old. We are making her head also bald every Tirumala visit and boycut in between. We will make her grow her hair long after she completes 10 years. I have promised my m-i-l that I will continue the tradition of annual Tirumala visit, gents’ gundu and females’ 3 cuts and end trimming or gundu as applicable. I am hoping to see my daughters-in-law nicely bald in a family gundu programme and later as clipper boycut ladies. But that is some 20 years away. Anyway, my dream of getting a smooth cue ball like Tirumala gundu once a year like gents has been realised!

Geetha

Geetha was siting in the barbershop. her hair was left open.she was accompanied by her mother in law.she was asking to he mother in law lets go to parlour . i will cut my hair there.she told stay silent dont make me shout .she kept quiet again.she asked how you are going to cut my hair .she told now stay silent or i will ask him to shave your head .she got shocked and slowly tears were flowing . her mother in law asked the barber how long it will take . he told 10 minutes madam . she told ok . and told if it completes . make here sit and start cutting . i will come buying few groceries .geetha got shocked . he asked how u want to cut madam . she told i will come before that . if not give her some thing short to easy to take care and maintain . and left the shop .the barber finished the customer in 5 minutes . and called geetha to take the seat . geetha watched the shop entrance . barber told lets cut before she comes . she can design final style .the barber kept something in mind .so he wanted to cut her hair before her mother in law comes . she slowly went and sat . he hurried the cape and started to wet her hair in hurry . he sprayed over water and made sure the hair is completely wet .geetha was thinking shoulder length haircut . the barber saw the actual length it was covering the entire chair . close to waist level .barber came front and combed all the hair .chopped all the length and turned her facing thhe entrance .her cape was completely filled with the hair and not sure what lenghth she has . nothing reached below her shoulder .it was landing on her shoulder .he took side partition and wen back side and started to snip few length .after 5 minutes he came side and did few snips .once satisfied he went to other side and snipped few length .it was about collar bone.he came fron and took off few length and made sure the ears are coverd . he rotated me back and removed the cape . it was kind boyish bob with back reaching my collar bone . and side swept bangs . he took dryer and combed my hair . even though it was shorter than i thought it was kinda suit my face .he told me ok madam its over . i was about to get up . my mother in law entered . she told sorry it was crowded .i was late . is the haircut over . barber rotated and showed geetha to her mother in law and asked it was wat u are expecting . she came near and checked my hair combed geetha hair with her hand . she holded back length and told this length need to come off . she is having lice problem .geetha became embarassed .barber took the same cape tied tight around her neck . took sprayer and wet her hair again . took comb and scissors and started to reduce . mother in law was satisfied and smiled seeing the barber . barber after 5 minuted . reduced all the length . he kept little length for geetha . to comb . the back hair was 3 inches long .monther inlaw told no need to keep this also remove it . geetha told please enough its already short . motherinlaw holded her head and told the barber to cut it . barber asked can i use clippers . mother in law nodded . he attached clips and asked what clip to use to mother in law . she asked what are the length u have . use the one that gives the shortest . he took 1 and passed in her back and sides . once done he kept the clippers side . and took sprayer and sparyed on the top hair . started to cut and reduce the lenght everything and made sure some hair is left on the top to comb . he combed and reduced to fringes covering her eyebrows and combed .he kept the scissors down and told its over . her motherinlaw told reduce the top little more . he took the scissors and started snipping . and kept 4-5 inches on top .mother-inlaw satisfied and told you can leave it . it looks good . he removed the cape and mother-inlaw took geetha home . geetha shouted in the home . mother in law told keep your voice down . your haircut will be regular with me . geeth told i wont come . two months over and geetha hair was grown . her back coverd her collar bone . mother inlaw asked geetha your hair looks ,messy tom we are going for haircut . geeth told i wont come . mother in law told dont worry i will keep little length than last time . geetha cried . please dont cut it . i want to grow . mother-inlaw told dont worry it will grow fast .we will just do this time . geetha asked you wont cut like last time correct .mother in law told yes it wont be like last time dont worry .geetha told ok in half minded. mother in law told be ready at 8 ,lets cut your hair and go buy groceries too . Tomorrow is sunday . and it was summer . the barber shop is crowded . mother inlaw told u sit i will go for grocery shopping and come back else the shops will be closed . geetha told ok . more than 1 hr went . her mother inlaw did not came . geetha turn came . she sat in the chair . the barber caped her . and with out askeing any thing he started to pass the clipper with the same attachment . geetha became nervous . she dono what to say . she felt sad again . in 5 minutes her complete back and side were buzzed like last time . he took sprayer and started to spray the top hair . this time he lifted and snipped the top hair too . all the hair were falling on geetha face and cape . he covered her and snipped the top hair . for 5 minuted . after he combed all the hair forward . it did not reach even middle of her fore head . he snipped close to her fore head the fringes and moved away from her . she saw he completely cropped her top hair too . he came with sprayer again and sprayed water . took scissors and comb and started to snip again . she told dont cut more its already too short . barber told its summer . you should not have any of the length for summer we will cut everything close to your scalp . geetha told nothing is left to comb also . he told 5 minutes ,you still have more volume and length to reduce .we will remove the and you will be relaxed . geetha was like shocked . he took clippers and passed with number 2 . on the top . leaving only the front . once done he kept the clipper down . and took scissors and reduced the fringes to nothing . mother in law came in and saw geetha new look . mother in law smiled and told who is siting in the barber chair . barber smiled and told summer madam so gave her nice summer cut . there wont be lice problem . mother in law smiled and told ok . barber finished and told i took the fringes too thi time normally we will keep fringes for girls . but you geetha has nice fore head to show so i removed her fringes completely .mother in law told fine no hair wil fall in her eyes like last time .and removed cape and sent her . geetha was not happy . she was crying in home . told mother in law i told i wont come . why you took me and he gave me haircut like no hair i have . mother in law laughed and convensed her . you look good. dont worry . it will grow soon

Priya and Rajeev

The sun beat down on the dusty roadside barbershop, its faded sign creaking in the gentle Thai breeze. Priya, her jet-black hair a stark contrast to her pale skin, sat numbly in the barber’s chair. The white cape draped around her neck like a shroud, a constant reminder of her fate. Rajeev’s desperate gamble had led to this moment. The casino owner’s cruel demand echoed in her mind: “Cut it all off, every last strand.” The barber’s scissors snapped ominously, ready to sever the locks that had been her pride and joy. As the barber began to comb her hair forward, Priya’s thoughts drifted back to their honeymoon, now a distant memory. She had trusted Rajeev, and now… Chapter 1 “A Dream Shattered” Priya wandered down the sun-kissed streets of Thailand, her jet-black hair flowing behind her like a river at night. Her short white dress fluttered in the breeze, drawing admiring glances from passersby. She felt alive, free, and in love. Rajeev’s eyes gleamed with excitement as he led Priya into the casino, her sleeveless dress showcasing her toned arms and shoulders. Her jet-black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night, covering her skin with a tantalizing veil of mystery. A subtle smile played on her lips, painted a deep crimson that matched the flush on her cheeks. Her makeup was a masterful blend of spontaneity and sophistication – a smoky eye that seemed to dance with mischief, paired with a swipe of bold eyeliner that accentuated her almond-shaped eyes. A dusting of golden highlighter on her cheekbones and nose gave her an ethereal glow, as if lit from within. As they navigated the crowded room, Priya’s hair swung behind her like a dark pendulum, drawing admiring glances from the patrons. But when she tossed her hair forward, her back was revealed, and the room seemed to hold its collective breath. The gentle curve of her spine, the delicate shoulders, and the tantalizing glimpse of skin left exposed – it was a sight that commanded attention. Chapter 2 “The Casino’s Grasp” Rajeev, lost in the thrill of the game, didn’t notice the eyes that followed them. He was too busy chasing the high of the next win, the next big score. But Priya felt the weight of those gazes, the whispered comments, and the lustful stares. She knew she was a prize to be won, a trophy to be claimed. It was supposed to be a dream honeymoon, a celebration of her union with Rajeev. But that was before he’d gotten sucked into the casino’s glittering vortex, betting their future on the turn of a card. And then, the unthinkable happened. Rajeev’s luck turned, and he bet everything – their future, their happiness, and even Priya herself. The casino owner’s smile grew wider as he raked in his winnings, his eyes glinting with triumph. “You’ve lost everything, Rajeev,” he said, his voice dripping with malice. “But I’ll give you a chance to pay off your debt…in full.” With a nod, his henchmen dragged Rajeev and Priya into a dimly lit room, the air thick with the scent of smoke and desperation. The casino owner followed, his eyes fixed on Priya with an unnerving intensity. “The debt will be paid in full,” he repeated, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. “But it won’t be just money. You’ll pay with something far more precious.” Rajeev’s eyes widened in horror as the casino owner’s gaze locked onto Priya’s hair, her crowning glory. “No, please,” Rajeev begged, but it was too late. The casino owner’s smile grew even wider. “Priya’s hair will be the trophy I’ve been searching for. And as for you, Rajeev…you’ll watch as I take everything from you.” With a flick of his wrist, the casino owner summoned his henchmen, who moved to restrain Rajeev. Priya’s eyes met his, filled with a mix of fear and pleading. But Rajeev was powerless to stop the events unfolding before him. The casino owner’s voice dropped to a whisper, his breath hot against Priya’s ear. “You’ll be my slave, Priya. And your hair…your beautiful hair will be mine to keep.” Chapter 3 “The Cutting Edge Of Deceit” Days blurred together as Priya was dragged from one luxurious room to another, forced to endure the twisted desires of the casino owner’s clients. They’d fondle her hair, wrap it around their fingers, and pull her head back, exposing her neck. Some would whisper cruel taunts in her ear, while others would simply stare, their eyes devouring her. Rajeev was forced to watch, helpless and humiliated, as his wife was treated like a mere object. He’d plead with the casino owner to stop, but his words fell on deaf ears. One customer, a burly man with a cruel grin, took particular pleasure in tormenting Priya. He’d tug on her hair, making her cry out in pain, before laughing and tossing her around like a rag doll. Rajeev’s anger boiled over, but he was restrained, unable to protect his wife. Another, a slender woman with a cold smile, would brush Priya’s hair for hours, whispering sickening sweet nothings in her ear. She’d style it in intricate designs, only to rip it apart, laughing as Priya’s tears fell. Priya’s hair was her pride, her beauty, her identity. But that was before she was taken by the casino owner, forced to pay off her husband’s debt. Days were passing. One client, a cold and calculating man, took particular pleasure in humiliating her. He stripped her bare, his eyes roving over her body as he taunted her. Then, he grasped her hair, pulling her head back as he lifted her upside down. Priya’s hair cascaded towards the floor, a dark waterfall. The client’s hands moved with precision, cutting her hair with scissor into a blunt, trimmed style. Priya felt her identity slipping away, her beauty lost with her hair. She was left exposed, vulnerable, and utterly humiliated. Now, Priya’s carefree stroll was a desperate attempt to escape the suffocating grip of their reality. She’d lost count of the days since Rajeev’s last gamble, the one that had cost them everything. Chapter 4 “A Lost Soul” Finally, the casino owner decreed that Priya’s hair would be cut off, a final trophy to mark the end of their debt. Priya was taken to a roadside barbershop, where the barber’s scissors snapped, ready to sever the locks that had been her crowning glory. The barber’s scissors started the hair massacre, slicing through Priya’s locks with a deadly precision. The sound of the scissors cutting through her hair was like a scream in her ears, a stark reminder of her loss of control. The barber’s hands moved with a ruthless efficiency, chopping off her hair in chunky, uneven locks. Priya’s hair fell to the floor in thick, heavy clumps, like a dark rain showering down around her. She felt a pang of anguish as she watched her hair, her beauty, her identity, being hacked away. The barber’s scissors seemed to be slicing away her very soul, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. Then the clippers buzzed to life, and the barber began to shave the sides of her head, the cool metal gliding effortlessly across her scalp. Priya’s eyes stung as tears welled up, her heart heavy with grief. As the barber worked, Priya’s hair continued to fall, a steady stream of dark silk pooling around her feet. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of her own despair, unable to escape the humiliation and pain. The barber picked up his clippers again, the buzzing noise filling the air as he began to shave the sides of her head with zero guard. Priya’s eyes closed, tears streaming down her face as she felt her hair, her beauty, her identity being stripped away. The clippers moved up the sides of her head, the buzz growing louder, and then suddenly stopped. The barber picked up his scissors again, and began to chop the remaining hair on top of her head into short, boyish layers in a scissor over comb method. Snip, snip, snip, the scissors cut through her hair, the sound echoing in Priya’s mind like a death knell. She felt her hair falling away, her scalp exposed to the cool air. Finally, the barber stepped back, his work done. Priya’s hair was gone, replaced by a short, boyish cut that made her look like a stranger in her own skin. The casino owner’s eyes gleamed with triumph as Priya’s head was revealed, her beauty and identity lost with her hair… Chapter 5 “New Beginnings” They returned to their home, the silence between them thick with tension. As they entered, Priya’s family gasped in shock, their eyes fixed on her shorn head. “Priya, what happened?” her mother cried, rushing forward. Priya’s eyes met Rajeev’s, a desperate plea for help. He stepped forward, a smile on his face. “We, uh, decided to try a new style,” he said. The family’s shocked expressions slowly gave way to confusion, and then, finally, acceptance. “Well, it’s certainly…different,” her father said. Rajeev’s eyes widened in admiration as Priya’s family surrounded her, embracing her new look and her newfound strength. Together, they began to rebuild their lives, stronger and more united than ever. Priya’s hair would grow back, but her spirit would never be silenced again.

Anaamika 3

Anaamika paused. Nervous, yet excited. The scissors were at Aarthi’s nape, ready to cut her braid. “Ma’am…? Mistress, may I please kneel before you?” The words took Anaamika by surprise and she almost dropped the scissor. She let go of Aarthi’s braid and turned her around on the stool. “Aarthi? What do you mean by calling me mistress?” “S-Sorry ma’am. This is something I’ve dreamed about a lot… As you might have realized, I’m a lesbian, and I’ve always had submissive fantasies about my hair. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I got carried away…” Anaamika looked at me in confusion. I knew Aarthi had a crush on Anaamika, and this wasn’t quite unexpected, given her demeanor around us. “Master?” “It’s okay Anaamika. It is completely your choice to accept Aarthi’s offering.” “But, sir…” “She’s taken a risk coming out to you. But, if you are comfortable, by all means, explore. However, remember that her trust in you is ultimate to have made that declaration.” “But, my master, I am bound to you. Well, at least, that’s what my promise was for this vacation.” I stroked Anaamika’s cheek, kissing her forehead lightly. “Go ahead. Find yourself. I know you’ve always thought yourself straight, but you find her cute. And let’s face it, and you know the thought of kissing her isn’t a turn off. If you feel comfortable, explore.” Anaamika nodded and turned back to Aarthi. Picking up her braid, she wrapped it around her hand in a firm pull, lifting up her face. She stroked Aarthi’s cheek gently, and bent down, pressing her lips to Aarthi’s lightly. Aarthi responded eagerly, pressing her lips to Anaamika and kissing her deeply. Eyes closed, squirming. Taking her hand, Aarthi guided Anaamika to the collar of her shirt. There was no hesitation on Anaamika’s part as she undid the collar, and the top two buttons in quick succession. Her hand crept inside Aarthi’s shirt, finding and caressing her breast. The kiss continued unbroken as Anaamika’s hands moved around under her shirt. Squeezing, fondling. I began to wonder if our kisses were that long. Slowly, Anaamika broke off the kiss, but her hand remained inside Aarthi’s shirt. “May I call you my mistress?” “Of course, you may.” “Mistress, my hair belongs to you. Just as you gave up your hair for your Master, I want to give you mine.” Anaamika looked at me, questioning the new development. “Go ahead Anaamika, you don’t need my permission where Aarthi is concerned. You are her mistress, and she, your slave. Just remember that her offering is not to be taken lightly.” I responded as Aarthi’s ears went a delightful cherry red. Aarthi put her hand on Anaamika’s exposed midriff, running her hand along the smooth exposed skin. Slowly her hand moved up. Sliding it under the pallu of her saree, Aarthi paused. “May I… Mistress?” Anaamika nodded and her hand slid upwards, fondling and squeezing her breast. Anaamika undid the rest of Aarthi’s shirt, slipping it off. Followed by her bra. Aarthi’s breasts were covered by goosebumps as she felt her mistress touch her naked, exposed skin. Eyes closed, breathing heavily. Her nipples hard and erect, squeezed and rolled between Anaamika’s fingers. Low moans and squeals of pleasure from Aarthi. After several more minutes of making out, they slowly broke apart. Aarthi got up from her stool, and knelt down on the floor. Down on her knees, and sitting back on her legs with her head bent. “Mistress, please take my braid.” “Your mistress does have a present for you, Aarthi.” She looked at me, surprise turning to shock as I pulled out one of Anaamika’s cut braids from the bag. The cut end was secured with a tight zip tie. It was in perfect condition, perfect as impromptu bondage rope. Keeling behind Aarthi, I slowly drew her hands behind her back and tied her wrists together with her mistress’ braid. It wasn’t as good as rope, or even as tight, but the bondage was more symbolic than restraining. I went back to Anaamika, drawing her in a hug and kissing her. I slipped her saree off her shoulder and unraveled it from around her waist. It joined Aarthi’s shirt. Followed by her blouse, bra, and petticoat. I left Anaamika standing topless, clad only in her black lace panties. Positioning the stool before a kneeling Aarthi, I guided her to sit on the stool. Reaching around her, I stroked her hickey covered breasts in full view of Aarthi. She managed to blush harder than ever. Then, I handed the scissors to Anaamika. “Have fun, my little lamb.” Giving her the scissors, I retreated to let the girls have their fun. Anaamika once again reached for Aarthi’s braid. Gently, she pulled her forward. Aarthi moved up till she was kneeling between Anaamika’s legs. Holding her braid in a firm grip, Anaamika guided Aarthi’s lips to her breast. Aarthi gently kissed the hickeys before latching onto her nipple and sucking hungrily. Anaamika gasped and moaned as Aarthi sucked, bit and ran her tongue all over her breasts, switching attention from one to the other. Aarthi suddenly stopped, giving her mistress a pleading look. It took a few moments for Anaamika to realize what she was supposed to be doing. The scissors returned to their previous position. Taking a deep breath, Aarthi plunged into Anaamika’s cleavage. Anaamika looked at me for validation. A grin and a nod later, she started to cut. Aarthi flinched as she felt the first bite of the blades. To her credit, she stayed buried in Anaamika, moaning as she slowly cut away. Anaamika for her part had a radiant expression on her face as she held Aarthi’s braid taut and chopped away at it. Cut after cut, bite after bit, the braid slowly separated from her head. The last strands were cut and the trophy was handed to me. Anaamika ruffled her slave’s hair, stroking her head and nape lovingly. I used another zip tie to secure the cut end of Aarthi’s thick braid, leaving it on the table. Anaamika continued to play with the remains of Aarthi’s hair. Tenderly kissing her face, stroking her cheek and rubbing her nape. A few minutes of tender loving care, interspersed with a couple of rather passionate kisses. Anaamika helped Aarthi back to her feet and seated her on the stool. “I am going to hand you over to my master to finish your haircut.” “Yes, Mistress.” “Do you wish to be untied?” “I will present myself as you wish, my lady. I will surrender my hair to your master as I have submitted to you.” Anaamika handed me the scissors. Pulling her close, I kissed her. She responded passionately as ever. “How did I do?” “You should be asking Aarthi that. Speaking of, cape the poor girl please. She may be your slave, but she still isn’t going to be comfortable getting a naked haircut from me.” Anaamika blushed. Rummaging in the bag, she pulled out a white nylon cape and the water sprayer. A quick flick and she covered Aarthi with it, tucking the cape around her neck in a snug fit. “Make me proud my little pumpkin.” “I will, my mistress.” “If you are a good girl, I will reward you with a trip to the barber.” Aarthi blushed. I started to mist down Aarthi’s hair. Fingers running through her thick soft wavy locks. Getting her hair damp enough to section, but not dripping wet. Anaamika retreated to the chair to watch the haircut enfold. I section her hair off for a classic blunt bob. A glance at Anaamika told me that she was restless to get her slave into the barber’s chair for a pixie. I didn’t want to deprive her of the pleasure, nor delay it. So it would just be a quick cleanup. I set aside my trusty scissors, opting instead for the clippers. Using the comb to hold the hair in place, I cleaned up the ends with the clippers. Using the open guard less blades on the ends of her hair pruning the ends like an over grown bush. Curls of hair raining on the cape and sliding off to the hard wood floor as I attacked the ends. Lowering the sections one by one, I went over the ends to get the basic shape of the bob. Bulk of it clipped off, I went back in again. Going slower this time, sculpting the ends and giving it a soft blunt look. With the weight of her hair gone, and nothing to hold the wavy texture of her hair straight, Aarthi’s bob came out looking fairly heavy. Even at mid neck. Satisfied with the neatness of the bob, (which by the way was enough only for the first glance,) I unfastened the cape. I fluffed out her bob and combed it out. Anaamika grinned, running her hand through the fresh bob. Fingers running up Aarthi’s nape, she went in for another kiss. I knew we were friends with benefits, but I couldn’t repress the small gnawing feeling of jealousy at Aarthi hogging Anaamika’s attention. She untied Aarthi and helped her off the stool. Aarthi picked up her cut braid and knelt before Anaamika again. “Mistress, please accept my offering.” “I can’t Aarthi, it is too precious.” “Nothing is more precious to me than your memory.” “In that case…” Anaamika took the proffered braid from her hands, replacing it with her own cut braid. “But, Mistress, this belongs to your master.” “Nope. That one is mine, and I am giving it to you. As your mistress, I order you to accept it.” Aarthi kissed the gift and got up. She pulled Anaamika into a tight hug, burying her face in her neck. “Thank you so much for indulging me, ma’am.” “We’re not done yet, right? You’ve earned a trip to the barber shop, my little pumpkin. Go put your clothes on. Shirt, and a skirt.” “Yes, Mistress.” Aarthi grabbed her clothes and went into her bedroom to change leaving us alone. Anaamika turned around gasping for breath, almost hyperventilating. I quickly pulled her into a hug and rubbed her back, calming her down. Long slow strokes down her spine, and massaging her nape. She calmed down in a few moments. “Okay… what was all that?” “That was you, snogging and groping Aarthi, cutting her braid, and basically discovering that you are not only bi, but also a switch!” “Fuck me!” “Later, I’ll be glad to. But now, we have to get her to the barber shop.” She ran a hand through her bobbed hair. Realizing something she pulled me close and kissed me passionately. “I haven’t been making you jealous, have I?” “Girl, we aren’t in a committed relationship… are we? I have zero say over your sex life.” “Yeah, but I did commit to you for these four days…” “Hey, She’s an opportunity of a lifetime for you. Just like you are for me. Besides, what kind of dom am I, if I don’t understand your wishes? Hm?” She almost knocked me over, leaping on me and shoving her tongue down my throat. Moments later she slowly disengaged and slid off me. The door opened and Aarthi came out. She was looking cute as fuck in a sky blue shirt and a knee length navy blue skirt that accented her hips and waist. I may have heard a small moan of anticipation from Anaamika. She grabbed her saree and the rest of her discarded clothes and went into the bedroom to dress up. “Sir, I’m sorry, I know I took up your precious time with ma’am…” “It’s okay, Aarthi. Our relationship is complicated. All that matters to me is that she had fun. And since you ended up having fun as well, I’d say it’s win-win.” “It would have been better if, you know…” “Shhhhhh…” I placed my finger on her lips. “You are what you are Aarthi, if you’re not into men, there’s no changing that. Don’t try to be someone you aren’t.” She gave me a hug and went to get the vacuum cleaner. She started to clean up the floor. Not that there was much. I had barely trimmed an inch off the ends of her bob. The barber would be making a bigger mess. Anaamika emerged, dressed in the saree again. Hair brushed and not a strand out of place. One look at her made me realize that at the end of the day, she would be in my bed. I let out a low sigh of longing. In a few minutes we were walking back up the streets into the market. Fifteen minutes or so later, all three of us were at the barber shop. Aarthi hesitated. “Second thoughts, my little pumpkin?” “No, my Mistress. I am a little nervous.” “Come. No need to be scared. Your mistress has been in the same chair yesterday.” The barber looked up surprised as three of us entered the shop. Without a word, I went and sat at the bench to wait. Anaamika steered her new slave to the chair and helped her into it. The barber turned to the women, looking quizzically. He recognized Anaamika. “What brings you back here madam?” “My friend here needs a haircut. A short boyish cut, please.” “Wait… doesn’t she work at the resort on Top Station road?” “Yeah.” “I’ve seen her a lot of times. Her hair was a lot longer than this… what happened?” “Well, we are old friends, coming to visit her. She’s always talked about getting a haircut, but she never did. So I bet her. If I got my hair cut here, she would come with me and get a haircut that I pick for her.” “So what happened to her hair?” “I cut it. I wanted to have some fun before I brought here here,” Anaamika grinned. The barber shook his head, muttering under his breath. He was probably pissed that he didn’t get the first crack at Aarthi. He picked up the sprayer and started to wet Aarthi’s bob. Running his fingers roughly through her hair, massaging the water in. She whimpered at the slightly rough treatment, keeping her head down. The cotton cape went around her, pulled tight around her neck and tucked in. Then the barber picked up a large toothed comb, and a pair of long, wicked looking scissors. “How short?” “1/2 inch back and sides, keep the top to about 3-4 inches.” “Huh, you’re oddly confident now that you’re not in the chair.” Anaamika giggled and Aarthi snorted trying to suppress a giggle. The barber forced down Aarthi’s head and started to crop the back short. Going scissors over comb and cutting down huge chunks of wet hair. Bits of hair flying all over the place as the scissor happy barber went to town on his occasional woman customer. Aarthi kept her head down, obediently still. A glance in the mirror showed her biting her lip, having the time of her life. The barber parted her hair naturally on the right and started to work on the sides. Soft wet hair rolling down her cheeks and gathering in her lap. Pass after pass as the barber cropped Aarthi’s hair down to her mistress’ specifications. The result, a severe pixie that looked stunning on Aarthi. Even with the bits of hair stuck to her face and neck. “Someone has cleaned her neck with a razor,” observed the barber, looking at Anaamika. “Yeah, I did.” “Are you a barber?” “Occasionally.” “Strange… you can handle a razor, but you cant give her a short crop?” “That is between the two of us. Please finish her haircut.” He probably had another comment to make about the way Anaamika was acting in his chair the day before. One look at her though, he thought better of it and resumed the haircut. He combed out the short pixie and grunted at Anaamika. She held Aarthi’s chin examining her cut. Despite being a grumpy curmudgeon, the barber had done an outstanding job. Anaamika nodded her approval. The barber dusted off the hair stuck to Aarthi’s face and removed her cape. Anaamika helped her out of the chair and they walked out of the shop. I handed money to the barber. “Just what is going on here? There’s something fishy between the two of them.” “Don’t worry about it. She’s my cousin who works at the resort. She has had a bet going with my girlfriend for a very long time. The bet was to get both their hair cut in the same shop, by the same barber” “Oh… weird. But then, why was your girlfriend so nervous yesterday? And she already had short hair.” “Yeah… She’s always had her hair short, and that was her first time in a barber chair. So won’t she be nervous?” “I guess you’re right. Be careful with that girl thought, she’s quite the firecracker.” “That’s why she’s my girl.” Leaving him to his precious newspaper, I stepped out, looking for the girls. I spotted them walking hand in hand down the street. I caught up with them catching a whiff of a whispered conversation. Aarthi whispered something to Anaamika and she left, while Anaamika steered me towards the nearby park. We ended up on a small bench in a corner. “Master, I have something to tell you: Aarthi has asked me if I could come back to her flat.” “How do you feel about it?” “I told her… wait… what?” “How do you feel about it? Are you into her?” “Well, if you put it that way, I guess I am. I do feel physically attracted to her. Rather strongly.” “How long does she want you to stay?” “I dunno. Maybe till her room mate comes back? Around 6:00? Gosh, I feel caught between two temptations. I know I’ll be letting you down if I go there.” “No, you won’t.” “What should I do, Master?” “Okay, let me put it this way. We’ve already clicked. There’s a spark between us that can be rekindled if needed. Aarthi however has found a side of you, that you never knew existed. You are on the verge of a new experience. I am telling you as a friend: Spend the day with Aarthi. She’s obviously your type too. Have fun with her.” She placed a hand on my heart. “You sure?” “You want me to shove you into her bedroom and lock the door?” “I do feel guilty.” “Don’t. If you still do, you can make it up to me when you get back.” “How? Will there be enough time?” “You’ll think of something… besides, we can always make time.” “And if you don’t have enough time to … shave me?” “I’ll live. Seriously girl, You’re burning daylight. I’ll be in my room. Go have fun.” I kissed her on the forehead and walked out of the park. Long slow trek back to the resort, taking in the beautiful sights. I was back in the room by 6:00, re reading some of our old role plays. Both of us had improved a lot. From our first cringe filled play to more elaborate stories that put a lot of thought into characters themselves. The door opened and Anaamika came in. Her hair was a bit messy, but hardly far from a wind blown look. She walked up to me and knelt before me, head bent. Offering herself. “Master, I am bi.” “Hi Bi. I am your master.” She looked at me obviously annoyed by the corny joke. Moment lost, she got up and sat down beside me. “Can’t you be serious? Did you have to spoil my coming out?” “Honey, you came out about five hours ago when you locked lips with Aarthi.” “Yeah, but where does that leave you. I’m too tired to sit for you tonight. I don’t think I’m up to a shave tomorrow either. I’m an emotional wreck.” I ruffled her bob and pulled her close. “Hey, I gave you two haircuts, we fucked a dozen times, maybe more… I had the time of my life. As for the shave, maybe we’ll look into it in a year or so.” “But you won’t get more than a ponytail out of it.” “It’s still a good enough handle when you go down on me. Trust me, if I was not okay with it, I would have told you. We know each other what? Three years now?” “True. That’s one complaint I don’t have with you. Thankfully.” She cuddled up to me and I put an arm around her. “Whooo… that girl can eat pussy. I can barely walk to the restaurant.” “Carry you?” “No thanks… let’s order in. I’m starving.” “I thought you just ate?” She hit me with a cushion. “HUNGRY! FEED ME!!” I woke up the next morning with her fast asleep in the crook of my arm. After breakfast, we checked out of the resort and headed our separate ways. After reaching home, I was unpacking my suitcase. I took out the box containing her cut braid and looked at it wistfully. The one that got away. As I continued to unpack, I found a second box, containing two braids. Anaamika’s other braid, and Aarthi’s magnificent braid. There was a short note: “Thank you for everything, master. Till we meet again!”

Anaamika 2

My eyes fluttered open. I looked at the bed side clock. A little past five. Way to early to be getting up. Beside me, Anaamika was still sleeping, a little cute snore coming out occasionally. I put an arm over her and pulled her to me. Mumbling sleepily, she turned over and cuddled up. I massaged her fresh cropped nape and held her close. Soon I drifted off… …cool air waking me up as the blanket was pulled off of me. I mumbled under my breath, but soon there was a different sensation. A warm, wet covering on my morning wood. A gentle suction brought me fully awake and I looked down to see top of a bobbed head, sucking me awake. I pulled myself up a little and started to stroke her nape. Anaamika looked up and winked. Stroking her nape, I signed contentedly, gripping her hair and slowly pulling her off. “Good morning, my little lamb.” “Good morning, my master. I trust you enjoyed your new alarm clock?” “I’ll miss it after the vacation. Honestly I didn’t expect to be awoken thus.” “Well, you were already naked, and it seemed to be a shame to waste a perfectly good morning wood. Besides, I’m hungry.” With that, she put her head down and started to suck me off earnestly. I could feel my thighs tighten as she took me to heights of pleasure I had never known. Nothing else seemed to matter to her as she went about playing with her tongue, lips, and mouth. She lavished all her attention on my dick, even sucking on my balls. I did my best to hold out, but the extreme arousal was hard to fight. She took my load in her mouth effortlessly, sucking every drop dry and emptying my balls. She swallowed and dipped off to the bathroom to brush her teeth. She hated kissing with morning breath. After a few minutes, I got up and walked over unsteadily to the table where her cut braids lay. I picked them up and stroked them, smiling at the thoughts of the previous night. My thoughts drifted to Aarthi. I felt soft hands encircle me and hug me from behind. Anaamika buried her face in my back, covering it with kisses. I pulled her around into a tight hug. Both of us were still naked from the last night’s round of sexy times. She slid her thigh between my legs rubbing up against me. “That was a very good start, last night…” “Yeah, I loved every moment of it.” “You’ve gotten my hopes up for what you’ve planned for the rest of the stay.” “Breakfast?” “No thanks, I just ate.” I smacked her lightly on the butt, and she yelped. “Would you mind if I make a present of one of your braids to Aarthi?” “Should I? I am, but your humble sub. I’ve given every inch of my hair to you. I am yours.” She took her cut braids from me and knelt down before me and bent her head submissively. Coiling the braids together, she held them up level with her forehead, offering them to me. “My hair has always been your property, master.” I took the braids from her and put them back on the table. Unrolling the kit that was still lying there from last night’s activities, I pulled out a straight razor. Snapping a fresh blade in half I slid the blade in the holder. She looked up at me, eyes wide. Ran it over my palm to check that it was seated properly. I pulled out a chair and sat down, beckoning her over. She scooted over to me on her knees. Holding her chin, I drew her face forward into my lap. Feeling her deep, warm breath as she buried her face. Running my hand over her nape, I pushed her hair up and out of the way, exposing her nape. A hairy neck stared back at me, something I should have taken care of last night. Well, time to rectify it. Slowly I scraped with the straight razor, up from her shoulders, stopping at the hairline of her undercut. She squirmed. “Hold still, my little lamb. I don’t want to nick you.” A deep breath as she steadied herself. Slowly I continued to shave the back of her neck. A dry shave is always tricky. I kept blowing off the tufts of hair that were scraped off by the razor. To her credit, she held absolutely still as I finished shaving her neck. I folded the razor and tossed it on the table. Lifting her up to her feet, I carried her into the bathroom for a shower. Giving her a bath was an excellent way to explore her sexy body, and the perfect after care when we wrapped up a session. Half an hour later we walked into the restaurant, my hand around her waist, holding her close. She was dressed in a black skirt and a short sleeved shirt. As we walked in, who should be at the welcome desk, but Aarthi. I gave her our room numbers as Anaamika went on to make a round of the buffet spread. A blush was on Aarthi’s cheek, as she wrote down our room numbers. Grabbing a plate I sat down with Anaamika. All the action giving me a fierce appetite. We were eating mostly in silence, but playing toe hockey under the table. A discreet cough alerted me to Aarthi having come over. “Hi Aarthi.” “Good morning ma’am. I’m on the morning shift today. How’s the breakfast?’ “It’s wonderful. My compliments to the chef.” “Uh… ma’am… I just wanted to say…” Anaamika gave her a mischievous grin. “You look sexy & confident in the short haircut.” “Awww… thank you so much.” “Also, I am sorry if I interrupted anything last night… and I know I touched you inappropriately.” she blushed again. “Don’t worry about it. I loved having you participate in my haircut. We more than made up for it after you left.” I kicked her under the table. “If I may say so, you make a wonderful couple.” “Oh, nothing like that. We’re just friends with benefits.” “Uh… ah. I’ll have to go back to my desk ma’am.” She hurried away to take care of another couple waiting to sign in for breakfast. “You scared her off… poor Aarthi,” I laughed. And got kicked under the table. The rest of breakfast was uneventful, except for playing with each other’s feet under the table. After breakfast, we set out in the general direction of the town. My hand wrapped around her waist as usual, holding her close. It was a slow stroll, taking time out to enjoy the cool weather and the beautiful views. We spent a little while poking around the market place. She got herself a couple of trinkets. As we were walking around a barber shop caught my eye. Interestingly, it advertised haircuts for men and women. A fleeting thought entered my mind. I knew she would enjoy being put in a chair at a barber shop, but at the same time, I didn’t quite feel like sharing her with a barber. My hand moved up into her hair, stroking it. She turned to me with a questioning look. I nodded in the direction of the shop. “What is… oh! A barber shop. What does my master have in mind?” “I’m not completely sure yet. Should I be sharing my treasure with a barber?” “You did get your prize. And you know I’d love it if you took me into a barber shop.” “I get what you mean… but…” “No more than a few inches, please, Master? Sloppy special. Now.” Well, that did it. She was asking for it. As her dominant partner, a major part of her expectations would be me anticipating and fulfilling her desires. I took a deep breath, slid my arm around her waist and walked her to the shop. She dropped into character, dragging her feet. Slowly we reached the shop. I pushed the door open and took her inside. The barber looked up quizzically from his paper. I gave him a non committal look as I steered her to the chair. She reluctantly climbed into the chair and sat down, barely half way into the huge chair. She looked very nervous. I didn’t know if she was playing nervous, or really was. But the effect it was having on me was euphoric. The barber put away his paper and got up. “Haircut for madam?” “Yep. Cut it like this. Can you do it?” “Sure. Ladies haircuts are 250. Just wanted to make sure you know before I start cutting.” “No problem. Go ahead.” “Are you ready, madam?” “Y-Yes… P-Please don’t cut too much…” The barber put his hands on her shoulder and pulled back gently. She scooted back slowly. Reaching around her, he undid her collar button (made me wonder when she did that up,) and the first button on her shirt. Loosening it slightly, he spread the neck wide, and folded the collar inwards. He picked up a cotton sheet that passed for a cape that was lying on the other chair. He shook it out a couple of times and covered her with it. Pulling it firmly around her neck and tucking it in. The sight of her sitting obediently in the chair, caped, was exquisite. He took the water sprayer and started wet her hair. Running his fingers through the bob that I had beautifully cut last night. He got her hair damp, and using the comb, pulled her hair straight back over her ears. Slicking it back with the comb. Drops of water coming out of the ends of her hair. He picked up his scissors and snipped them in the air a couple of times. Hand on her head, he bent it down firmly. She obeyed rather reluctantly. Slowly putting her chin to her chest. Placing one blade against her neck, level with the base of her nape, he started slicing into the wet hair. Carefully the scissors snipped across. Chunks of soft wet hair came loose. Some of it getting stuck to the folds of the cloth, some pieces falling to the dirty old stone floor. He went back and forth through the wet hair, snipping the same sections repeatedly. Lots of tiny bits of wet hair stuck to the back of her shaved neck. His hand still holding her head down and turning it for better access. I looked into the mirror to see her biting her lip again. A couple of minutes of careful cutting exposed her neck completely. “Parting on the left or right?” “L-L-Left.” she squeaked. He expertly drew a clean part in her hair and combed it out to fall straight on both sides. Some more time spent combing her hair and checking how it fell. Once again the scissors started to snip into the ends of her hair. Cutting to match the back and taking off the little bits of excess. She was squirming in the chair as the scissors snipped away. Bit by Bit. Satisfied with the blunt line, he started to work on the back again. Tipping her head firmly, despite the token resistance she was offering. He started to section her hair vertically in his fingers and started to layer the back. More chunks of hair fell. 2-3″ bits as the snipping and shaping went on. “Keep the top long. Don’t take off more than half an inch.” “Yes sir. Please tell madam to hold still. She is squirming a lot.” “Hold still, Anaamika.” “Uh… O-Okay.” she whimpered. I watched mesmerized as the snipping went on. I didn’t care much for the end result. We did have plans for her to end up bald, so this was just another pitstop on the way. The cutting continued as the barber worked the sides and matched them to the back. For such an old shop, the barber was surprisingly good. Satisfied, the barber put the scissors down and began to blow dry and fluff up her hair. Soft, and with some of the bulk cut out of it last night, the effect was awesome. Bits of hair blew off her cape as he dried out her cut. Once her hair was dry, he combed it out once more. Then he picked up a small trimmer. “Last time madam. Please don’t move this time.” “O-O-Okay,” she squeaked. For the third time her chin went down to her chest. First, the barber used the trimmer to edge the line of her haircut. Making it neat and straight. I could see the hair powder stick to her neck again, as he scraped it off. Not much was left after I shaved her nape earlier in the morning. Then he started to sculp the back of her bob. Making the layers blend with each other. He turned her head as he did the back and sides into a perfect plum bob. Sure it wasn’t inverted, but it looked sexy as hell. One more round with the hair dryer and he finished up combing out her bob. An brush dusted off her neck, followed by an old sponge that sat in a dish of talcum powder. He liberally powdered her neck. Loosening the cloth, he removed it carefully. I took her hand and helped her out of the chair. I checked over her haircut. Pulling out my wallet, I got three 100s out and paid him, telling him to keep the change. Hand around her waist, we walked out of the shop. She straightened out her collar and demurely buttoned up her shirt. “Fireworks! We need to go back right now.” she whispered. “How now?” “NOW now. My panties are wet.” Looking back wistfully at the barber shop, we walked back, faster than we had come. We headed over to her room and she ducked into the bathroom. Thankfully she hadn’t seeped into her skirt, or the barber chair. I sat down on the bed to wait for her. Moments later, she came out, naked and breathing heavily. Before I could open my mouth she tackled me onto the bed and started to kiss me. It was a full blown make out session that went on for several minutes as we devoured each other’s faces. The excitement of getting her a haircut in a barber shop turned out to be quite the aphrodisiac as we ripped each others clothes off. We spent the next hour or so fucking each others brains out. Tired out, we collapsed in each other’s arms and snuggled. “Damn, I didn’t expect the barber shop session to get that intense.” “Well, mon Cherie, that was only to be expected. Though I’ll be honest. I didn’t expect you to be this horny.” “What do you expect? I’ve been fantasizing a barber shop haircut since I was fourteen.” “I can see that it was worth the wait. By the way, were you really that nervous? Or were you being the obediently nervous sub?” “That… is for me to know, and you to find out. Also, thanks for not taking me to the barber shop for the first cut. I would have found it VERY hard to keep my hands off of you.” “I wasn’t quite willing to share you, you know. Even now.” “Mmmmmm… my master is possessive. I like that.” “And I like it that my little slave trusts me completely to ask for what she wants.” “Have I been a good girl, master?” “You’ve been the perfect sub.” “Please promise me you wont stop here. Shave me clean, master.” “I will. I promise you’ll leave Munnar, bald.” She sighed snuggling back up with me. On the way back, I was sorely tempted to leave her with this haircut and not go any shorter. The barber had done an amazing job, and the haircut looked absolutely dreamy on her. But a promise is a promise. She had a lot invested physically and emotionally in our long distance relationship. Sure, we might just be friends with benefits, but that was no reason to disrespect her, and not fulfil her expectations. I took a deep breath and pulled her close. Tired out, we drifted off to sleep. Warm sunlight hitting my face woke me up. Lazily I looked at the clock only to realize, I’d slept off the afternoon. The bed was empty beside me. I got up and wandered around looking for her. Only to find a post-it note stuck to the door saying she’d gone out to get something to eat. I got myself dressed up and sat down on the couch to wait for her to return. Almost an hour passed and I was wondering where she’d gotten herself into, when the door opened and she came back in. Same shirt, but a different skirt. She was like an angel come down for me. She walked up to me and dropped down on the couch beside me, head on my shoulder. I reached around her and ruffled her soft bob. “I don’t know how to tell you this… I’m wondering if this is all a dream of some sort.” “Well, for a dream, your hair has shrunk quite a lot.” “It’s not that. I ran into Aarthi on the way back from the restaurant.” “She keeps popping up all over the place.” “Well, she does work here. Anyways, she was going off duty, and she was shocked at the second haircut.” “Did you tell her about the barber shop?” “Yeah. She knows that shop. She pretty much went weak in the knees when we were talking about my haircut today.” “That’s hardly unexpected. I mean she does have long hair.” “It wasn’t shock. She was seriously considering a haircut … and …” “And?” “She couldn’t keep her hands out of my hair. She kept stroking my bob and my undercut.” “Phew. That’s quite the reaction from her. You know, she did seem to enjoy watching your haircut.” “True. Also, I swear she would have loved to snog me. Kept telling me how sexy my short hair was… and how she wanted to see me in a saree again.” “Do you want to snog her?” I teased. “C’mon. I mean, I don’t mind kissing her, she’s really cute. But I’m definitely straight. No spark of that sort.” “Poor girl.” “There’s something else she wanted… she asked me to cut her hair.” “WHAT?” “I know. That’s what is making me think this is all a dream of some sort.” “Well, if it’s a dream, I don’t want to wake up. Anyway, kidding aside, do you want to cut her hair?” “I said I’d talk to you and let her know. I’d love to hold her head down and chop her braid the way the barber was cutting my hair today. But I’m not sure…” “It’s your call, my little lamb. This whole trip has been planned for you. Whatever you want, happens. But how can we do that in the resort? She took a big risk coming to watch your haircut in the first place. How can you cut her hair here?” “It’s her day off tomorrow and she wants us to come to her place at 11:00. She does have a room mate but she will be out when we visit. I want to go, but will you come with me?” “Also, how short does she want to go?” “She’s okay with anything up to a pixie. She can’t get her head shaved.” “She’d look cute in a pixie. But, I don’t think I can do one. Besides we only have a day left. We leave day after tomorrow morning.” “How about the barber shop from the morning? Let’s dedicate tomorrow to her haircut. I don’t mind forgoing an intermediate haircut, if we can collect that trophy. Plenty of time to shave me bald tomorrow night.” “Looks like this trip is bringing out the barberette in you. Alright. Let’s do it.” Grinning she tackled me on the couch. I stroked her short hair and she started to purr as we kissed. I loved this dynamic of hers. As submissive as she was when a session was in progress, she was equally wild and forceful at the end of it. Nothing of any significance happened that night. Apart from dinner and some sex. Next morning, we got up a little late, almost missing the breakfast buffet. After eating our fill; Anaamika a little too excited for her own good and barely able to eat; we headed back to my room to pack the tools. She was wearing a saree after the comment from Aarthi yesterday. I took everything except the manual clippers and the rope. Aarthi’s place was a good 30 minutes from the resort. My hand around her waist as usual, we walked through the market and down several twisting and turning lanes before we ended up at the address. It was a small two bedroom house set against the hill. Anaamika nervously knocked the door. Moments later Aarthi opened the door. Dressed in a shirt and a skirt, her hair thrown up into a messy bun held in place with a pen. She gave Anaamika a nervous smile and let us into her house. “Please sit down. I’ll get you something to eat…” “No, Aarthi, it’s fine. We just had breakfast at the resort.” “Oh. Okay. I’ll just get some water then.” She grabbed a bottle of cold water from the fridge and sat down beside Anaamika. Anaamika took a drink of water, and reached around to stroke Aarthi’s heavy bun. “So… Aarthi. What made you decide to get a haircut? Why me of all people?” “Well, ma’am, to be honest, I love my hair a lot. I can’t deny that. But it takes a lot of maintenance, and I am late to work at least a couple of times a month. If I don’t get it tight in the bun, it comes loose and causes issues through out the day. I’ve always been thinking of getting a cut, but it felt like a very huge decision. So day-before-yesterday, when you mentioned a haircut, I offered you vouchers so I would have a chance to watch you. Which is also why I took the risk of coming down to your room to watch your … haircut. If your first haircut was so lovely, the shorter length today sealed the deal for me. It showed me how much confidence a short haircut can add to your image. At the same time, as you might have guessed, I am strongly attracted to you. Since you were the inspiration for my haircut, I thought I’d ask you to cut my hair. I mean if it does get messy you can take me to the salon or barber to get it cleaned up. I would definitely like to go for a short pixie.” “You do know that I cannot cut hair… It was Vijay who did my haircut. And in case you didn’t guess the nature of our relationship, I’m his sub.” “I kind of guessed that from the way he was handling you last night. Also, I mean I did get a little handsy with you as well. Trying to clean you up, and stroking your hair this afternoon.” Anaamika laughed. Pulling Aarthi into a side hug. “Don’t worry about that. I know you were mesmerized by my transformation. Anyways, we’ll see what we can do for your hair. The question for you is, do you want to have Vijay cut your hair, or have us take you to a barber right now? He is not a professional, and can only do a bob. Nothing complicated. If it has to be a short pixie, you will end up in the barber’s chair.” “Oh… in that case, I have a request for you…” “What is it?” “I want you to do a bob here. I don’t think I can handle a barber chair right away. After the cut, if I feel up to it, you can take me to the shop.” “You do realize it will still be Vijay with the scissors.” “T-That’s okay ma’am.” “You know what, Anaamika, why don’t you brush her hair out, maybe help her relax before the cut?” “That’s an excellent idea. Where do you want it done, Aarthi?” “There’s a dressing table in that corner of the living room,” she pointed out. “That’ll do. C’mon.” Anaamika took Aarthi’s hand and walked her to the dressing table, making her sit before the mirror. She started to stroke her neck and shoulders to help her relax. I unrolled my toolkit on the dining table and took out a pair of scissors. I walked up to my fledgling barberette and handed her the scissors. Aarthi’s eyes grew wide as saucers. “Scissors? Now? What for?” “You might want to make a few snips before you undo the bun…” Anaamika tipped her head down. Aarthi bent her head obediently. I could only imagine Aarthi being in the same barber chair that my girl had sat in yesterday. A few snips in the air and she deftly snipped off a few tufts of hair that stuck out of the bun. Ends of hair that weren’t quite tucked in. Aarthi’s breathing quickened. Anaamika stroked her nape. I picked up the straight razor and swapped out the blade: the other half that had shaved Anaamika’s neck line. She saw what I was doing, and slowly moved aside to make way for me. She tucked the scissors into the waist of her saree. I took over and she held Aarthi’s head down for me as I carefully dry shaved the back of her neck. Slow scrapes removing the hair from her fuzzy neck, and behind her ears. Turning her head gently, yet firmly. She tried to squirm, but Anaamika held her head steady. Once her neck was clean, I folded the blade and left her to my barberette. Anaamika pulled out the pen and the bun tumbled loose under it’s own weight. As she mentioned on the first day, thick heavy hair fell down a couple of inches past the seat of the stool that she was sitting on. Anaamika gathered up the hair and started to stroke it. Reaching for a brush, she started to untangle the thick locks. Long slow strokes, pulling through her lightly oiled hair. An expression of bliss on her face as she brushed out her victim client. I sat down on the chair to watch it play out. Slowly she parted her hair into three sections and began to braid it. Like the last dinner served to a convict, Aarthi’s hair was receiving a lot of tender loving care from Anaamika. She went about it very slowly. Spending a lot of time brushing. It took a while for her to finish braiding the thick long tresses, but she finished in the end and tied off the ends with a rubber band. Then she came over to me and gave me the scissors. I went over to Aarthi, and picked up her braid. She bent her head slightly. Anaamika forced her head down, firmly. I could see Aarthi swallow nervously, but she obeyed her touch. I pulled the braid firmly, and put the scissors snug against her nape. She was getting a crop after all, so I might as well cut the braid as close as I wanted. Or did I? Removing the scissors I passed them back to Anaamika. I let go of her braid and placed my hand on her head to hold it down. “What…?” “Go on my little lamb. She’s all yours for the cutting.” “You want me to cut her braid, master?” “Yes I do. You have been a very good girl, and you deserve it.” Nervously, Anaamika took the scissors from me. She picked up the braid and put the scissors at the nape. She looked to be in a bit of a daze, barely able to believe what was happening. A quick glance at Aarthi told me that she was ecstatic to see her braid and scissors in Anaamika’s hands. “Make sure you pull the braid firmly while you cut.”