Daivik's hairs had grown wild, like an unkept lawn. I, like a lazy gardener, was letting nature take its course until intervention came in the form of his mother. So, we marched to the neighbourhood hairdresser. Where a surprise awaited me. Turned out that Daivik has a favourite hairdresser there, Jenny, and he actually insisted on having her services. He settled into his chair and as Jenny covered him with a multi-color sheet having cats, spiders and cows, he started a conversation. Jenny responded, and what followed was fun to watch. She was expertly balancing speed and precision on a target that refused to be still and he was filling her up with important details of his life. "Actually, I don't drink coffee. Because I'm a small boy". "You know, my best friend is Kuby. He is from Czech republic. But I'm not from Czech republic, because you know I'm from India". "But I don't like Jimmy"...
They started an intense negotiation on whether he should get a gummi-bear or a loli-pop after the haircut is over ("both") and he started giving her wise counsel on how to eat a loli-pop ("slowly, but you must not but you must not bite it"). The place was filled mostly with elderly women on their monthly rendezvous. As Daivik kept up his banter, they stopped their gossip and were listening in, discretely at first but soon started laughing politely and pretty soon helplessly heartily. Daivik even attracted new customers. An elderly gentleman who was passing by peeped in to see what the gaiety was all about and ended up getting an appointment !
Somehow, in between unnecessary facts, unsolicited advice and eighty seven why's, Jenny managed to hold the conversation, suppress her laughter and cut his hairs. What a feat ! The whole place became noticeably cheerful as we were leaving. Everybody waved us enthusiastic good-byes !
They started an intense negotiation on whether he should get a gummi-bear or a loli-pop after the haircut is over ("both") and he started giving her wise counsel on how to eat a loli-pop ("slowly, but you must not but you must not bite it"). The place was filled mostly with elderly women on their monthly rendezvous. As Daivik kept up his banter, they stopped their gossip and were listening in, discretely at first but soon started laughing politely and pretty soon helplessly heartily. Daivik even attracted new customers. An elderly gentleman who was passing by peeped in to see what the gaiety was all about and ended up getting an appointment !
Somehow, in between unnecessary facts, unsolicited advice and eighty seven why's, Jenny managed to hold the conversation, suppress her laughter and cut his hairs. What a feat ! The whole place became noticeably cheerful as we were leaving. Everybody waved us enthusiastic good-byes !
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