Man Enjoy that moment

It is years that I have not gone in touching mode as the case in the Saloon yesterday.
I was smiling with overflowing cupful of joy for the entire slot watching the two parents cling their sweetest ( I mean the most cherished) possession of their life, on the saloon chair, for what ? For an uncalled for (by her) hair cut.

“ Papa….Papa…. Papa…… she yells while struggling to escape from the clutches of the three giants. Her Papa, always the first to land up to save from the onslaught of her mum… the obvious enemy who stop her from getting wet, muddy, stumping on bed and hopping on pillows, and what not, even for a beautiful mural on her own room wall, and then forcefully take her to the washroom for a cold bath ( of course she hugs and kiss after a slap here and there), that apart, the man who she trusted the most for such an eventuality was not of anyhelp this time, instead he yelled…

“Chup” –laying his palm on the back of her head and bending it so that she does not see her face on the morror…

Mama says “ see all your friends, chintu, mintu and Sonu got their hair styled” none of them cried like this…… Mama is surprisingly sober and kind this time…. Hmmm…unbelievable….

Barber says… Munni … Chal hogaya.. Mei tho gandhe baal saaf kar raha hoom…. Bus ho gaya.. ho gaya…. He operates his electrically operated tractor on the back of her head and reap all that is left to make it a clean field.

“ Ganjee kar rahe ho……. “Khas” …”khas”….”khas”….” khasi ho rahi hei” – she thought she will be freed for being sick … she coughs again… and the trio continued their chorus…

Nostalgic… a few drops down my eyes… flash of what has happened perhaps twenty seven years ago in a R.K.Puram slaoon….

Man… I silently called out to the father… “this is your moment” ….” Enjoy it”….. “enjoy it” …..”enjoy it”……