Memoirs

Pony Tail

I don’t know what this tree is.

Google lens did not give me a match.

Looking up at this cluster reminded me of hair tied up in a ponytail.

Weird ?

I remember the game I used to play when my mother sat on the deck chair in the garden, with her long hair in a ponytail hanging over it’s back, reading books.

I would wiggle my head through her hanging strands and arrange her hair around my face claiming them as mine.

I loved long hair then. Years down the lane, life got in the way, and I found it’s care consuming a lot of my time.

That’s how I opted for a short and low maintenance style.

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