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Hmmm… looks like this thing is catching up on me. Updating daily probably about my day for about 10% and remaining share of just describing the sheer talent I’ve happen to witness mostly in a smart way by the women folk. Understandable. Am just here to write my stuff and almost nobody will probably ever see this. Once you start writing, the bug kinda actually starts to catch on and boy do i have a lot to say. I can probably pick any girl i knew of in my life and start writing oodles of content on how her hair looked over the years and how i practically grew up watching them almost daily for a major part of my life. Let’s keep this thing rolling shall we?

Nothing much to say today i guess for a large part of the day… except that i did not miss to notice a cute girl wearing a claw clip on her pretty little ponytail riding along in front of me while i was on my way to office. Claw clip ponies are a personal favorite of mine gotta admit. Reminds me of my best friend’s locks especially during her college days. What a beautiful head of hair she had boy o boy. Absolutely a nature’s gift and how she maintained it nice and long for most of the year. Except when it was mostly during a long holiday or a post family wedding thing or event when her lovely lengthy wavy shiny locks visited probably the family beauty parlor and got the scissors near her hair. Definitely was something that i eagerly looked forward to. To see how much of that nice length would get chopped off and showed up in college again with her hair snipped off. Obviously it was during the big chops when i did observe how her pony length got significantly reduced… like a short short mid length pony which she was well aware of the observation by her folks. Very aware that she lost a good amount of her hair which really didn’t need a desperate cut but was still chopped off with her going through a tad bit of muted candor, constantly running her hand through her ponytail and her hand not making it through all the way as compared to the length she had. Nicely chopped off and head down to view the short pony just graze the neck with the knot and the shape more clear than ever because of the reduced length. Short short!

That’s what reminded me when i saw the short claw clip pony today. It was soo short and almost vigorously flowing along. Just as she passed me by especially after passing through the barbershop few meters behind, of course the thought sprung up as to where she was coming from fresh out. Am gonna assume that her hair was a little damp, just about almost dry think she just got her haircut done and stepped out for other chores. But first, her hair had to be chopped off as a priority first thing in the morning. Went in to the barbershop with a waist length ponytail, swinging it as she waited in the barbershop mirror, looking sideways as she was deciding how much of it has to go. Although it looked absolutely healthy, it’s just that she wanted it to be chopped off. Something sort of a small kasi that she wanted to see her perfectly good hair get completely shorn while she smirked a little getting all of it cut off as she sat in the barber’s chair. Baal udwa dene aayi hai and boy that’s quite a sight to watch that happen and something she wanted to treat herself with… putting on a show for herself and probably knowingly or unknowingly someone to watch her and drool over it. She wants it to be a private thing with as much less people as possible because a lot of hair is going to get chopped off and people will see the before and after of how she gets her prominent feature almost completely taken off. But at the same time, someone like me has to watch and take pleasure out of it to make her feel very very aware of the beauty she’s being stripped off. Watch her get brutally shorn helplessly. Now because she walks in wearing a claw clip, she wants to be sure and almost pleads in with the barber to spare the length in such a way that she can still wear the clip and walk out of the shop. Although it’ll be pretty much all the way head down even if she wears the clip walking out of the shop with barely any pony compared to the length she walked in. So much heavy shiny healthy hair she must have had, opening up wide at the end because of the thickness. Ughh… such pretty hair… it’s all gone to satisfy watching herself take it all off. She must have badly wanted to looking at how gloriously it just swayed in mellow like a slow pendulum. Who doesn’t want it all gone just to see how it all gets cut off and watch her go through it as much you want to properly caress it and make her feel good. But when you feel too good about it, you just want to feel the scissors hover around your pony knowing what has to be done with it. It’s even in those teasing, you want the scissors to plough through the thickness and watch all the soft shiny hair just rain down all the way. And it was probably at this juncture you were witnessing all of this happen to yourself and probably let the barber halt before he goes full on comb and scissor to brutally shear your head. As much as you want to go and get it done for yourself, you look at the clip on the counter and realize you still want a little tuft of a pony as a remembrance of how long you had it and just ruffle it around with your head down when you ball up back at home and just flick it around saying to yourself that it’s all gone now Let out the desire and satisfaction. A little smile as you are shorn till satisfaction before you actually have to go back out. Until then, you enjoy how properly you were shorn while you ruffle around your short short pony. And probably she was driving around with her eyes wide open, almost oblivious to the outside world about what she had just got done. She would have probably been shaved bald with the scissor hadn’t she not see her clip and think of the locks she had and how it’s already shorn off soo much especially looking around how much of the silk piled up around, almost flowing on to the chair beside her. With that, she just has to get home asap without being spotted by people she knows because it’s just too much shame.

All and well until evening when the mood was off by knowing about something i already feel people are hunting me about. Probably this is becoming the only good hour of my day. Driving back, of course was overwhelmed by sudden good looking locks in flocks. Of course did not want to take good notice but one did was unignorable… this little girl near my old house with a mesmerizing gorgeous hair. Peakest beauty with her pretty pretty waist length pony that she must be so proud of i guess… if not her, her mother at least. She to might be yearning for a proper chop some day and if she has a father like me, she will me made sure she gets a shearing session worthy of all the days, months and years we’ve grown it and taken care of it thinking of the day when it’ll all be cut off and enjoying the beauty of it till then. Gotta make a hell outta day of it…