Some curls are fascinating. They keep us hooked even as they vanish into thin air; like the smoke from a dosa thawa. They’re such a delight to watch; especially if we’re in the kitchen during the early hours of the day. The smell of ghee, freshly brewed tea and the cute little curls swirling upwards into the first rays of the Sun… Sometimes I wonder how life would’ve turned out without the dosas! But let’s not digress- we’re here for some curls; like the ones on his head.
Anything is possible for those shiny curls. I can joke about how they’re thicker than the whole of the Amazon forests combined but that would be very inappropriate and alarming. After all, man has done so much to destroy everything fragile; sometimes with a head full of luscious blacks.
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