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“Sir, this mole seems to be growing and spreading” Suhail stopped the scissor and comb, and said “It’s a bit grown than last month and even then, I noticed it spreading” Suhail is my hair stylist for the last about six years I have seen him growing from a Hair Analyst to Specialist to Senior Hair Specialist There is something more than the generous tip that connects us May be my willingness to abide by his experiments with my hair Or reciprocation of loyalty that bound us every month Surprised, I asked him, “What mole are you talking about?” “Don’t you know the black mole on the back side of your left ear” puzzled Suhail “You go and check with Madam, may be its my feeling only” “How would madam know about it Suhail, she doesn’t cut my hair!” “Arre Sir, you too!” Suhail had a vicious smile on his face “Come on tell me” I prodded him with the same viciousness We got into wayward pastime … “Arre, Sir, they get to see it… When you lay down on her lap in those afternoons And she combs your hair with her fingers And when you fall into that muddle of sleepiness and excitement Her eyes would lock it” “Arre, Sir, they get to see it… When she comes from the back as on paws of a cat Hugs and hold you tight with her hands And press her face on your shoulder Her eyes would lock it” “Arre, Sir, they get to see it… When those drenched lips move away from your lips And the craving teeth leave a hickey on that earlobe, Her eyes would lock it” Suhail finished the haircut and I left tipping him as usual The drive back home searched through the labyrinths of memories Of caressing fingers, tight hugs and hickeys Why didn’t she mention that mole, ever? “Honey, you never told about that Mole, Come on, let me see and let’s go to a Dermatologist quickly We can’t take these things lightly; the doctor may even suggest a biopsy Biopsy is fully covered in your mediclaim, isn’t it?”
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Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 11:31 AM UTC
KaleshKumarAK
That Black Mole on the back of my Earlobe
“Sir, this mole seems to be growing and spreading” Suhail stopped the scissor and comb, and said “It’s a bit grown than last month and even then, I noticed it spreading” Suhail is my hair stylist for the last about six years I have seen him growing from a Hair Analyst to Specialist to Senior Hair Specialist There is something more than the generous tip that connects us May be my willingness to abide by his experiments with my hair Or reciprocation of loyalty that bound us every month Surprised, I asked him, “What mole are you talking about?” “Don’t you know the black mole on the back side of your left ear” puzzled Suhail “You go and check with Madam, may be its my feeling only” “How would madam know about it Suhail, she doesn’t cut my hair!” “Arre Sir, you too!” Suhail had a vicious smile on his face “Come on tell me” I prodded him with the same viciousness We got into wayward pastime … “Arre, Sir, they get to see it… When you lay down on her lap in those afternoons And she combs your hair with her fingers And when you fall into that muddle of sleepiness and excitement Her eyes would lock it” “Arre, Sir, they get to see it… When she comes from the back as on paws of a cat Hugs and hold you tight with her hands And press her face on your shoulder Her eyes would lock it” “Arre, Sir, they get to see it… When those drenched lips move away from your lips And the craving teeth leave a hickey on that earlobe, Her eyes would lock it” Suhail finished the haircut and I left tipping him as usual The drive back home searched through the labyrinths of memories Of caressing fingers, tight hugs and hickeys Why didn’t she mention that mole, ever? “Honey, you never told about that Mole, Come on, let me see and let’s go to a Dermatologist quickly We can’t take these things lightly; the doctor may even suggest a biopsy Biopsy is fully covered in your mediclaim, isn’t it?”
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