Sitting in the salon waiting for my name call today, I was conceiving ways to kill time because I couldn’t just sit there twiddling my thumbs.
Since there comes a time when you feel like puking at the sight of your mobile already having enough from scrolling between Facebook, Instagram, Youtube and WordPress and me having that time of the day, I therefore decided to rather kick my heels. Crossing my legs and lying aback on the seat, I had a full view of the mainroom that was full of women belonging to every age group availing the services they asked for.
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Listening to scissors trimming hairs,
The zzz sound of ongoing threads,
Putting on wax and pulling it off
Applying masks and highlighting strands,
I had a thought occuring to myself, “Why do we women have so much to go through to get it done with ourselves? Are we not perfect the way God has created us?”
Isn’t the distressing monthly cycle, the painful labor, the excruciating delivery process enough for us to go through? But then we are designed to function that way, aren’t we?
We women are apparently a weaker species of homosapiens not having those muscular arms or perfectly shaped abs yet can endure a 57 del (unit) of pain during childbirth, which the human body is capable of only 45 del. Amazing isn’t it?
What occured next to me was that this gender of human race is very fragile. Fragile like a flower. And a flower needs to be taken care of and groomed. It needs to be watered at regular intervals so that it can blossom and spread its beauty and fragrance around. It needs a gardener that examines it every month and removes the dead petals providing passage for the new ones.
Similarly, these regular salon visits are to cleanse and purify a woman’s apparent self. Not that she is not beautiful in her own skin, but she needs to be groomed. Not for her husband or anyone else, but for her own self because this is not a mere custom she has to follow. Rather it’s a treat from her to her by her.
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After spending hours in front of the stearing stove, driving while Mr.Sun is in full bloom performing the pick and drop duties, running errands at home while everyone enjoys in chilled rooms, moving to and fro between kitchen and dining room serving the entire household with piping hot food before getting to eat the non steamy meal that is then microvawed at least a minute before she can finally savor it and making sure to complete it without any interruptions, a woman does need a day or few hours to herself. Where she can just sit back and enjoy being groomed and massaged.
Today, I got an answer to what I always used to think before treating myself and that is because I am a woman. And a woman is as fragile as a flower that needs to be watered and groomed.