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When Skill Meets Determination:A Salon, A Story and a Salute

Since time immemorial, both men and women have wished, ventured, and craved to look good, better, and sometimes the best. In every nook and corner of the world, whether in a bustling city, a quiet suburb, or a small village, salons and beauty parlours stand as testimony to this universal desire. With each generation, the dependence on such services has grown, shortcuts have become acceptable, and professional grooming has turned into a necessity rather than a luxury. This observation isn’t a conclusion drawn from research; it is born from personal experience with my twenty-one-year-old daughter. Having recently begun to manage her life independently, she is particular about her appearance and outlook. For the past three years, she has been living abroad and returns home every December for a month. During this time, she sweetly wishes to be pampered in every possible way. One such indulgence is getting her hair washed and blow-dried at a salon so that her curtain bangs remai...

Wait

My wait has ended; so have I. The season of spring was very short, short and sweet. Before bidding adieu, it left inexhaustible joy for my poor heart. That's how I know my wait has ended; so have I. The autumn that has surrounded is, perhaps, long and everlasting. Leaves of hope in this harsh season are incapable to grow. Rays of optimism during this dark season are unable to pierce the dense clouds of sorrow, stamping on the fact that my wait has ended; so have I. Strength-saturated vitals don't wish to move. The darkness in the eyes is darker than the darkest clouds. The most cherished, the most dearest desire has started to flee, stealing and robbing all the heart's glee. The most pious, the most venerable prayer has begun to fail, killing and crumbling the soul's faith in the goodness of humanity, signaling that my wait has ended; so have I. Wait a minute; can wait really end and halt? Can the soul rest in peace if life made it bitterly howl? At times it's no on...