We shaved Amuktha's head on Dec 14th. It was a painful experience to see all those beautiful curls fall away at the merciless barbers' hands. If I had the chance, I would have stopped it, but tradition tied my hands.
Each time I saw her, my heart wept. To accept those soft and silky locks have gone was tough initially. But then, I realized it's not all about looks. My daughter is cute no matter what. It's her mischief that matters more. It's those small sweet things that she does and says that make the difference.
It does not seem to make a difference to her. She is perfectly content with her gunga (that's what she calls it). Children teach you so many things. Being open is one of the most important of those. Never the less, I can't wait for her hair to grow back soon.
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