Legendary Head Shave Tales
One afternoon, Vanitha received a call from Sanjana’s college, listening curiously before breaking into a smile. Hanging up, she turned to her daughter, who was lazily scrolling through her phone. “Kanna, your college has given you a special task—you have to shave your head for a fashion project.” Sanjana shot up, eyes wide. “What?! Amma, no way! Why can’t they use a bald cap?” She panicked.
She playfully tugged at Sanjana’s braid. “Think of the savings on shampoo!” Sanjana groaned, but as Vanitha teased and reassured her, she finally sighed in surrender. Vanitha grinned mischievously. “Perfect! And I get to shave it myself—no boring salon business.” Sanjana gasped. “Amma, no!” But Vanitha was already too excited. “This is going to be fun!”
In the quiet backyard, where the open garden swayed gently in the evening breeze, Sanjana sat on the stone steps, fidgeting with her fingers. Vanitha stood behind her, twirling the scissors between her fingers with a mischievous smile. “Such a perfect evening for a head shave, no?” she teased, placing a gentle hand on Sanjana’s head. “Ayyo, Amma, at least let me mentally prepare!” Sanjana whined, clutching her long, thick hair. Vanitha smirked. “Why, kanna? It’s just a simple head shave!”
She playfully grabbed a section of Sanjana’s hair and snipped it off in one swift motion. Sanjana gasped. “Amma! What have you done?!” Vanitha chuckled mischievously. “Just giving you a stylish new look before you go completely bald! Look—one side bob, one side coconut seller!” She held up a mirror, and Sanjana burst out laughing despite herself.
Piece by piece, Vanitha kept cutting randomly, making weird, uneven styles. At one point, Sanjana looked like she had a half-mohawk, and Vanitha teased, “Ayyo! You look like a punk rock star from the 80s! Should I leave it like this?” “Amma, just finish it properly!” Sanjana pleaded, still laughing.
With a dramatic hum, Vanitha picked up the trimmer and switched it on, the loud buzz filling the air. She brought it to Sanjana’s scalp, moving slowly, the first stroke revealing a smooth patch of skin. Sanjana shivered as she felt the cool air on her exposed scalp. “Amma… this feels so weird!” she giggled. “See? It’s like a free AC for your head!” Vanitha teased, carefully gliding the trimmer over her daughter’s head.
Clumps of hair fell around Sanjana, forming a messy pile on the steps. With every stroke, her head became smoother, and her mother’s excitement grew. “Wow, kanna! Your head shape is so perfect—like a shiny Maavinakaai!” Vanitha laughed. Sanjana rolled her eyes. “Amma, please don’t compare me to fruits!”
Once the trimmer had done its job, Vanitha applied shaving cream, drawing funny patterns before finally using the razor. “Shhh… final touch!” she whispered dramatically, making Sanjana giggle. As the last strand of hair disappeared, Vanitha stepped back proudly, dusting off her hands. “Done! Introducing… Karnataka’s next top model!”
Sanjana touched her completely bald head, first in shock, then in amazement. “Haaaa… it’s actually nice!” she said, smiling. Vanitha handed her a mirror. “See? You look stunning! If I were you, I’d never grow my hair again!” Sanjana laughed. “Should I shave your head next, Amma?”
Vanitha gasped and dramatically ran away, shouting, “Ayyooo! I was just joking!” The backyard echoed with their laughter, as Sanjana embraced her new bald look, realizing that it wasn’t just about losing hair—it was about gaining confidence, freedom, and a hilarious memory with her mother.
