Hairclips and Hairbands..

No I have not grown up. And I really doubt if I ever will.

Last weekend I had my usual trimming of hair. And after that, I have this strong strong feeling to buy those colorful hair stuffs. Hairclips, hairbands, and those cute rubber bands with something on it for a pony tail. No, I don’t like Barbie stuff, but I wish those colorful things, the cute and childish ones. Like I used to get from my dad..

Childhood days, and I have memory of dad pampering and spoiling me with those cute hair stuffs. My ma would also bring of course, but somehow I have memory of dad bringing little me those things. With my ma I have those memories from when I was a quite a bit grown up. Durga puja, birthdays, and no occasion at all, he simply brought his Guria those things whenever he would find something cute.

On the dressing table mirror, I remember, there used to be a full row of hairbands in all different colors and shapes. The spiral yellow one, the white one with a red bow, the plain red one for school, the red and black one with some detailed designs, light purple that had some whitish undertone, they were in every possible colors. And proudly I would get up on the dressing table to take the one that matched my dress that day down. Sometimes if one would break, the next day dad would bring another one to make his little girl happy!

All sorts of clips filled up the drawer. I specially loved those little plastic bow clips from when I was baby. They would be in pairs and in every shades present on the palette. Big and small, they delighted me. And I specially liked if some had a bit of dots or some kind of decorations. Those were more special. I remember a lavender colored bow with white dots. There were single ones also, a bit more fancy ones. A particular one had two small birdies in a nest. The purple nest and yellow tiny beaks of the birdies made it so cute. I still have this one with me. I still have the lavender bow. I still have a white one with black dots. The white color has faded with time into a yellowish one. But even today, when I look at it, feel it and try to put it on my hair, I feel my dad’s love and touch and it makes me smile.

Those rubber bands were cute. I would make two pony tails and tie them up with those cute bands dad had got for me. They had small beads in different shapes and combinations, playing with colors. It would be little blue balls with red rings, cute face of a girl in two ponies, little flowers, bugs. A pair had cream colored rose beads; I wore it for the first time on Ashtami day with the dress my grandma made. It was special.

Once dad bought me a red hairclip with golden edges. Somewhat like for grown up woman. What lady-like I felt putting it on!! I wouldn’t get to wear it often, as it was not childishly cute but more elegant. It was every time a special occasion when I would put it on. One such occasion was the morning when we went to Nagrakot in Nepal for the sunrise. It was not only special because I wore the clip that day; it was because dad had made my hair that day. He had put it on!!!

And I wish to wear all those things again. Those colorful bands, those pretty clips. Everything. Well, maybe not the ones for little babies, but all the rest. All those cute ones. Hm, and on second thought, I can also wear those that are for babies, when I go out on my own, maybe just not to work :)

I wish them. And I can buy them. But I wish someone to buy it for me. I wished to fill pampered and loved with those cute colorful things. I wish dad to buy me those things..

Baba, buy me one hairclip pleaseeee…
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