Looking at myself in the Mirror now only makes me wonder.
Sometimes life teaches us that even the biggest universities can’t.
Yesterday, I went to a salon…
For doing my beard.
In a city filled with dust and pollution, this is my favorite salon. All the staff here are Punjabi — cheerful, energetic, and always ready with a smile.
And very professional too.
They are so kind that it is difficult to be angry with them,
even if they give a reason to.
Yet yesterday, I got…
Angry.
The one who was doing my beard accidentally cut a little too much on one side.
The moment I noticed it, I knew there was no going back…
He realized it too.
So he tried to fix it the only way possible.
By trimming the other side to match.
Now both sides looked the same.
Unfortunately, they also looked weird.
I paid the bill and left.
Disappointed.
.
.
.
Today, standing in front of the mirror, I see what I failed to see yesterday….in frustration and anger.
This new accidental style actually looks much better than the previous one.
At first I dismissed the comments.
But almost every colleague I met at work seemed to say the same thing.
“Looks good.”
“Much better.”
“You should keep it like this.”
And now, my reflection has joined their side too.
The funny thing is. . ..
I would have never chosen this look myself if the salon guy hadn’t made the mistake.
In fact, if the barber had asked me beforehand, I would have probably told him not to do it.
Why…?
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.
.
And that is what makes me wonder.
How many things in life have I rejected simply because they arrived wearing the disguise of a mistake?
And just when I think I have understood how things should be…
Life quietly places another riddle in front of me.
This time, it happened to be a beard.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I should stop flaunting myself in the mirror and go out for a cup of tea.
Who knows what life has planned next?