I Fell in Love with her Hair – A “Hair-Raising” Romance

A HAIR RAISING ROMANCE

Short Fiction

A Love Story

By

VIKRAM KARVE 

This morning I saw a beautiful woman drying her luxuriant hair in her balcony.

As I admired this lovely sight – I remembered a love story I had written 11 years ago – in the year 2006.

So – let me delve into my creative writing archives and pull out this gentle romance which will bring a smile on your lips.

THE GIRL WITH LUXURIANT HAIR – A Love Story by Vikram Karve

Part 1 – THE NUBILE BEAUTY WITH GORGEOUS HAIR

I fell in love with her hair. 

Long, beautiful, copious, lustrous, her lush jet-black hair cascading majestically, adorning her fair and lovely body, almost down to her knees.

“Ooooooooh...” I sighed longingly, as I looked at her through the powerful binoculars, admiring her magnificent hair, feasting my eyes on her nubile body, thirstily drinking her in passionately, from head to toe, as she walked flamboyantly on Marine Drive.

I focussed, zoomed in on her face.

She was an exquisite beauty – tall, fair and freshly bathed – her luxuriant black hair flowing down her back – her sharp features accentuated by the morning sun – her nose slightly turned up, so slender and translucent – as though accustomed to smelling nothing but perfumes.

I could not take my eyes off her. 

I had never seen anyone so beautiful, so virginal, and so vulnerable.

“Uffffff...” I yearned insatiably, my eyes locked onto her, imbibing, relishing, yearning, craving, totally mesmerized, when suddenly I was rudely shaken out my glorious reverie by vigorous hands roughly trying to grab the binoculars from my eyes and Bobby’s voice shouting excitedly in my ear, “Hey, let me see! Let me see!”

“She is too good, yaar!” Bobby exclaimed, “and just look at her hair – it’s so lovely!”

“Hey, you shameless voyeurs – don’t ogle so blatantly – if they find out you will be up the gum-tree!”  Aditya laughed as he entered.

“She’s really amazing, yaar! Just look,” Bobby said handing the binoculars to Aditya.

“Which one?” Aditya asked, panning the horizon.

“The tall, fair beauty with the lovely long hair,” Bobby said, pointing in her direction.

“That “hairy girl”...?” Aditya asked.

“Don’t say “hairy girl” – do you know what that means...? She is a nubile beauty with gorgeous hair...” I said.

“On yes – she is really a nubile beauty with gorgeous hair...” Bobby said.

“Oh Yes – she is really gorgeous – just look the way she is tossing her beautiful hair,” Aditya crooned with appreciation. 

Then Aditya paused for a moment – hesitating – looking a bit uncertain – and then he said, “I think I have seen her somewhere.”

“Where...?” Bobby and I – both of us – exclaimed in unison.

“Churchgate. I think she works in our Churchgate branch,” Aditya said tentatively.

“What...? She works in your bank...?” I exclaimed in surprise.

“Yes. I think so. I will find out tomorrow – I will try and wangle some work at the Churchgate branch and go there and have a look. She is certainly worth a try,” Aditya said mischievously.

“Hey Aditya – you keep your hands off her – the nubile beauty with gorgeous hair is strictly mine!” I warned.

“It’s that serious, is it?” Aditya ribbed.

“It’s the thunderbolt – Love at first sight!” Bobby laughed, “You should have seen the way he was lapping her up!”

“Then we will have to do something, isn’t it? An intro, maybe a date! Let’s see,” Aditya promised.

Part 2 – FIRST ROMANTIC DATE

Heads turned as we entered the restaurant. 

I felt the natural pride of possession that any man feels when he has the company of a woman that other men desire.

We sat down and talked. 

I found that she was easy to talk to. 

I experienced a strange feeling of elation. 

In these moods – there was so much to say – the words simply came tumbling out.

I told her everything about myself. 

She was a good listener. 

Time flew. 

I soon realized that she was looking at me with undisguised affection. 

There was a conspiratorial look in her expressive eyes; at once inviting and taunting, and she radiated an extraordinary magnetic allure that had me awestruck.

She knew that it was her gorgeous hair that was her piece de resistance, the quintessence of her persona, the key facet of her loveliness, her attractiveness, her exquisite beauty, her captivating aura; and she used it with enthralling effect.

She would let her silky fragrant hair fall on her face. 

Then in a most fascinating manner she would tantalizingly toss her hair back with a titivating flick of her hand, arching her eyebrows most sexily as she seductively preened her slender neck. 

I sat in front of her, mesmerized. 

I could not take my eyes off her. 

I had never seen anyone so beautiful, so irresistible, so appealing.

I was madly in love with her – her teasing eyes, her nubile body, her captivating persona – but most importantly – her gorgeous hair!

Part 3 – PROPOSAL

I was so confident she would say “Yes” that I had a diamond engagement ring ready in my pocket when I proposed to her, as we held hands, sitting by the sea on Marine Drive, viewing a romantic sunset.

She turned down my proposal in one word – she just said: “No”.

“Why?” I asked, devastated.

“Your hair,” she said, “look at your hair – you are already greying!”

“No – I am not greying,” I said firmly, “I am sure that I do not have even a single white hair!”

“Yes, you do,” she said, “go home and have a look in the mirror.”

And as she said this – maybe to drive home her point – she sensuously caressed her beautiful lush black hair with her lovely hands.

That night I did not look at myself in the mirror. 

I cried – I wept in my pillow – I was dismayed, wounded and shattered by the rejection. 

Next morning I carefully examined my hair in the mirror.

I found just one infinitesimal strand of grey hair – barely visible – but she had noticed that one small grey hair on my head – yes – her discerning eyes had noticed that mere hint of grey – which had spelt my doom.

Part 4 – LOVE AT SECOND SIGHT

Ten years later – I ran into the same beautiful woman with luxuriant hair in a shopping mall at Aundh in Pune. 

She looked chic.

Yes – she was the same nubile beauty with gorgeous hair.

It was as if 10 years had not passed – at least for her.

She smiled at me and I was struck by the thunderbolt of love once more.

As I looked at her – I felt that recognizable mingling of ineffable yearning and intense desire.

I realized that even after all these years – I was still desperately in love with her.

Her beauty had enhanced with age. 

And yes – it was still her exquisite gorgeous luxuriant hair that was her crowning glory. 

Even after so many years – her magnificent lush hair cascaded luxuriously down her sumptuous body – almost to her knees – and it was still as jet-black, lustrous and alluring as before.

And my own hair had turned almost totally grey! 

In fact – now – my hair was mostly white – with just a few black strands.

“You look lovely,” I said.

“Thanks. But you have …”

“Prematurely greyed...” I completed the sentence.

She caressed her beautiful dark hair, tossed it.

“Coffee?” I suggested.

“Okay. Let’s finish our shopping first – then we can meet in the coffee shop at the entrance.”

She was waiting for me in the coffee shop.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” I said, “Cappuccino...?”

“I have already ordered for both of us. Cappuccino and Black Forest Pastry – like we used to have in Mumbai,” she said.

“How come you are in Pune?” I asked.

“I changed my job,” she said, “And what are you doing in Pune...?”

“I have been here in Pune for eight years now. I have a place in Aundh,” I said.

“Aundh? That’s great – I too live there – just settling in. Maybe you can give me a lift,” she said.

We dumped our shopping bags in the rear seat.

As I drove with her sitting beside me – I could not resist admiring her enchanting hair.

“Hey – I have to get off here,” she suddenly said.

“Here...?” I said slowing down the car – and steering the car left towards the footpath.

“That’s where I stay...” she said – pointing to a posh building.

She got out of the car – closed the front door – opened the rear door – picked up her shopping bag – gave me a smile and wave of thanks – turned around and walked away – her luxurious hair cascading around her shapely figure like a silky waterfall.

Part 5 – EPIPHANY

“What is this..?” my wife shouted from the kitchen.

“What...?” I asked.

“I sent you to buy coffee, tea, spices, grocery items – and look at the things you have brought...” my wife said.

“Stop nagging me – I have brought all the items exactly as per the list you gave me...” I said.

“Hair Dye – a pack of Black Hair Colour Gel – Hair Brush – You have bought a complete hair colouring kit…” my wife said.

“What are you saying...?” I said.

“Have you suddenly decided to colour your hair...? I thought you were against using hair dye – and now you have bought a complete hair colouring kit...” my wife said.

I rushed to the kitchen – and I saw my amused wife take out the contents of the shopping bag one by one. 

She had laid out the hair colouring kit on the table.

“Oh My God – she picked up the wrong bag...!!!” I exclaimed.

“‘She’...? Who is this “SHE”...?” my wife asked arching her eyebrow.  

So – I told my darling wife the whole story.

Yes – I told my wife the whole story – right from the beginning – from start to finish. 

Then – my wife and me – we had a good laugh.

“You must return her bag...” my wife said mischievously. 

“She lives in Aundh. I have seen the apartment block. It will be easy to find her place. Let’s go now...” I said.

“You want me to come with you...?” my wife asked, a bit surprised.

“Of course I want you to come – don’t you want to see the girl who dumped me because I had one small grey hair...?” I asked my wife.

My wife looked at me naughtily and said: 

“Oh Yes – I am dying to see your beautiful girlfriend with her magnificent lush “jet-black” hair. But you be careful – we don’t want a rekindling of your “hair-raising” romance – or do we...?”

VIKRAM KARVE

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Revised Version of My Story HAIR RAISING ROMANCE written by me Vikram Karve more than 11 years ago in the year 2006 and Posted Online by me Vikram Karve  a number of times earlier in my Creative Writing Blogs at urls: http://creative.sulekha.com/hair_68180_blog  and  http://creative.sulekha.com/a-hair-raising-romance_78177_blog  and  http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2012/05/girl-who-dumped-me-love-story.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2013/05/blog-fiction-story-no-42-love-at-second.html  and  http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2015/05/the-beautiful-woman-with-luxuriant-hair.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2016/02/girl-no-3-who-dumped-me.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2016/07/a-hair-raising-romance.html etc

Do You Want a Personality Makeover

Do you want a personality makeover...?

Or – are you happy as you are...? 

Are you thinking of “image management”...?

Here is a story for you to read...

BEWARE OF IMAGE MANAGEMENT 

STORY OF THE EXOTIC GOAT

Musings

By

VIKRAM KARVE

Are you comfortable with yourself...?

Are you happy and content as you are – physically (your body, your looks) etc – materially (money, possessions, career, “success”, “achievements” etc)...?

Have you stopped striving for “more” (of anything)...?

Are you living the life you always wanted to live...?

If this is so – then you do not need to read this article – because you are happy.

True happiness lies being comfortable with yourself – in being content with what you have and who you are. 

You are lucky (and enlightened).

You have reached a blissful state where you have stopped “comparing” and “competing”.

Comparison and Competition are two evils which are detrimental to happiness.

I have learnt that – if you want to be happy and content – you must live a non-comparative and non-competitive life.

Now – the converse is also true.

If you want to feel unhappy and frustrated – all you have to do – is to live a comparative and competitive life.

It’s that simple – you can take my word for it.

Tell me – what is the best way to feel miserable...?

“Compare” – yes – compare yourself with someone who you feel is “better off” as compared to you.

This comparison will create a sense of inferiority complex in you.

This inferiority complex due to comparison will – in turn – arouse envy which will urge you to “compete” with that person.

So – Comparison leads to Competition – and this spiral can go on and on endlessly – yes – “comparison” and “competition” are inextricably intertwined.

I do not understand why people keep comparing themselves with others.

Some even compare their own children with others’ children.

When I was in the Navy – I observed some careerist officers indulging in ruthless competition due to this comparison virus.

Even Navy Wives were afflicted by the comparison virus.

One Navy Wife was unhappy because her neighbour’s husband acquired a car.

Those days most Naval Officers had scooters/motorcycles – and – junior/mid-level Naval Officers could not afford to buy a car.

Another Navy Wife was unhappy because her friend’s husband was doing extremely well in his Navy career and he was deputed abroad for a prestigious course.

Many “laid back” officers were spurred into overweening unbridled careerism by their wives who had become competitive and ambitious after being infected by the comparison virus.

Comparison can also make you try to become someone else (the person with whom you are comparing).

You see someone with “6 pack abs” – and you want to have “6 pack abs” (though you are quite fit and healthy).

I have seen so many persons – men and women – who get obsessed with their external appearance since they always compare themselves with others.

Comparison happens at work, at home, in society, in families, in daily life – among friends and peers – people are comparing everything – animate and inanimate – their jobs, their salaries, their spouses, their children, their homes, their cars, their possessions – even their pets.

You compare – and you want to be like the other person – you may even want to be in the other person’s shoes.

You compare – and you want something belonging to that person.

You compare – and you stop being happy as you are.

You compare – and you are not content with whatever you have got.

Once you are infected by the virus of “comparison” – you will not be comfortable with yourself – you will not be happy with yourself as you are – and you will try to be someone else.

Do you want to be yourself...?

Or – do you want to be someone else...?

Here is a fable that illustrates the dangers of trying to be someone else.

THE STORY OF THE EXOTIC GOAT

A Fable

Narrated By 

VIKRAM KARVE 

Once there lived a Goat.

He was an ordinary looking goat – who lived wild and free in the mountains.

One day while grazing in the forest – the goat saw a Giraffe – and – the goat said to himself:

“I wish my neck was as long as the giraffe...”

Lo and Behold...!!!

The goat’s neck suddenly became as long as the giraffe’s.

Delighted that his wish had come true – and – that he could now see far and wide – the goat saw an Eagle flying high in the sky.

“I wish I had wings like that eagle...” wished the goat.

And instantaneously – wings appeared on the goat’s body.

Thrilled – the goat flapped its newly acquired wings – when – the goat suddenly he spotted a Tortoise.

The goat admired the beautiful hard shell of the tortoise – the goat said to himself:

“I wish I had a strong hard invincible body like the shell of the tortoise...” 

Instantly – his wish was granted – the goat’s back turned into the shell of a tortoise.

The goat felt ecstatic and impregnable – till he suddenly saw a sleek Cheetah speeding across the horizon running at high speed.

“I wish I had legs like the Cheetah...” the goat wished.

And – miracle of miracles – the goat’s legs immediately became like the Cheetah.

Now the goat was truly overjoyed – and – he was on cloud nine – till he saw the enchanting sight of a beautiful Peacock.

The Peacock – with his majestic feathers – was dancing magnificently.

“I wish I had gorgeous feathers like the Peacock...” the goat wished.

And – in a jiffy – the goat’s wish was granted – and – the goat now had dazzling copious plume of colourful feathers like the Peacock.

Adorned with the Neck of a Giraffe – Wings of an Eagle – Shell of a Tortoise – Legs of a Cheetah – and – Feathers of a Peacock – the Goat felt jubilant, supreme, regal and magnificent.

The goat felt on top of the world – and – the goat strutted around grandiosely in majestic pride.

A Hunter was passing by – and he suddenly saw this unique stunning creature. 

The Hunter looked at the marvelous creature.

He could not believe his eyes.

The Hunter stared in fascination and gawked enthralled at the sight before him. 

Was this an animal – or – was this a bird – or – was this a reptile...?

What a fantastic creature...!!!

The Hunter was totally mesmerized at this bizarre, exotic and fascinating creature – which he had never seen before.

After looking spellbound at the fantastic “Goat” for some time – the Hunter recovered his wits – and – he decided to capture this exotic priceless gem.

So the Hunter cast his net – and – he caught the exotic “Goat”.

Then – the Hunter sold this amazing “never-seen-before” unique “one-of-its-kind” exclusive creature at an astronomical price to the Zoo.

Large crowds gathered at the Zoo – and – everyone gaped in awe at this astonishingly exotic creature – fascinated by the awesome sight.

The exotic “Goat” spent the rest of his life in captivity locked up in a cage – weeping and crying.

He was filled with agony when he saw some ordinary looking goats wandering freely and eating grass outside the cage.

He looked wistfully at the ordinary goats – his erstwhile fellow brethren. 

These ordinary looking goats were wandering about freely and unnoticed in the zoo gardens – while the exotic beautiful goat was locked up in a cage.

The exotic goat wished he too were free to roam around like the ordinary goats.

The exotic goat wondered why the ordinary goats did not recognize him. 

Depressed at having lost his freedom – the exotic goat spent the rest of his life in captivity filled with sadness and remorse.

Yes – the carefree goat – thanks to his desire to be someone else – he had become so “exotic” – that he lost his precious freedom – and – the goat had to live the rest of his life in captivity.

BEWARE OF IMAGE MANAGEMENT 

Tell me – aren’t most “celebrities” in the same situation as the “exotic goat” – trapped in their image...?

This apocryphal story of the exotic goat – a fable – highlights the dangers of trying to be everything and exemplifies the ramifications of ensnaring yourself into the Beauty Trap (or Perfection Trap) of your own making.

Dear Reader – tell me – isn’t it better to accept yourself as you are rather than chase elusive dreams of “perfect beauty”...? 

Why are you not happy with yourselves as you are...?

These days everybody wants to be “perfect” in all aspects, physically and intellectually.

Everyone wants to have a “picture perfect” body – a shapely figure “perfectly sculpted” in all dimensions – and look “perfectly beautiful” – and have a flawless complexion – and be absolutely “perfect” – and to achieve this goal some are ready to do all sorts of things, exoteric, even esoteric, maybe even go under the scalpel.

Even spiritually – you are constantly chasing elusive dreams of happiness and enlightenment – becoming a “seeker” – trying to “improve” yourself – when the key to “self enlightenment” is inside you – waiting for you to look inwards and discover for yourself.  

Why are you are not satisfied with yourself as you are...?

Why do you want to have all possible qualities and attributes – intellectual and physical...?

Why do you try to “fake it”...?

Why do you try to wear a mask of pretence and develop “social graces” that are in conflict with your inner nature and basic personality...?

Why are we obsessed with the quest for perfection?

Remember that whenever you don't feel happy about yourself – you will get obsessed with “improving” yourself – just like the goat who tried to be everything and became an “exotic” goat.

In his quest – the goat became so “exotic” – that – he lost his own identity – and – most importantly – he lost his freedom.

If you fall into the perfection trap (or beauty trap) this can happen to you too – you will lose your unique identity – and – you will be trapped forever – and – you will lose your freedom. 

THE “HAIR DYE TRAP”

Let me give you a very simple example: 

Once you use hair dye to colour your greying hair black – you are trapped forever in the “hair dye trap” – and you will have to colour your hair for your entire life. 

It is the same with various other types of “beauty” makeovers and cosmetic surgery to “enhance” your beauty. 

Like “Hair Dye” – once you undergo various beauty makeovers and cosmetic treatments – it is very difficult for you to revert back to your natural image – and – you are trapped forever.

MORAL OF THE STORY

It is the same with all “image management” techniques – you will have to fake it all your life – and – you can never be your natural self.

 

It is always best to be happy with your own unique identity – albeit not so perfect – rather than try to be everything – and – in the quest for perfection – you lose your own natural identity.

Remember the story of the exotic goat. 

BEWARE OF IMAGE MANAGEMENT 

BE YOUR NATURAL SELF – AND – BE HAPPY WITH YOURSELF AS YOU ARE

To sum up – the moral of the story is: 

Be Yourself. 

Yes – Be Your Natural Self.

Be Comfortable with Yourself. 

Be Happy as you are. 

Do not compare with others.

Do not compete with others. 

Do not try to be someone else.

Do you agree...?

Do comment and let us know your views.

VIKRAM KARVE

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1. These are my personal views. Please do your own due diligence while selecting a philosophy of life.

2. All stories in this blog are a work of fiction. Events, Places, Settings and Incidents narrated in the stories are a figment of my imagination. The characters do not exist and are purely imaginary. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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The Story of the Exotic Goat First Posted by me Vikram Karve in my blog at 12/20/2010 08:38:00 PM at url: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2010/12/exotic-goat.html and posted by me online a number of times on my various blogs including recently in my Academic and Creative Writing Journal Blog at url: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2015/02/beware-of-image-management.html