In the wildest of my imagination I never dreamt that I would ever visit a Barber.Well destiny had decided otherwise. Even the cactus 🌵 on the desert needs to be trimmed( my imagination ). Entered his domain .He stood there , high above everyone ready to exhibit his surgical skills on a scalp on which one had to search for a follicle of hair to dissect . The TV was blowing it’s head off and it was the only innocent witness to the death of something which everybody treasures “That Sheet or Trace of Hair on a Man ‘s scalp.’Finally I took to heels like an Olympic sprinter with soul and body intact. I sent him a message as follows “Thanks my dear fellowman for releasing me from your clutches. Fortunately the violence in the Television did not enter your interior to kindle your animal instincts. If only had it happened I will now not be in the backyard of my house but in the graveyard.”Next time when you visit the barber for reconstructing your scalp please make sure that he puts off that idiot box which can your fate .🤣🤣🤣🤣
Wish my bald fellowmen a long life inspite of your random and rare visit to the Barber. Please do no harbour hostility towards them. Live and let live but do not die for their good cause.🤣🤣
Dr S Ramakrishnan
wisdomramki.com
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