I have been going to the same hair-dresser in Delhi for five years so when I called the beauty salon for an appointment and they told me that she had left, I went through momentary depression. A long conversation later the lady at the other end managed to convince me to try someone new.
I stepped in at the appointed time and the lady at the reception walked me to a chair while calling out to 'Sunny'. A few minutes later Sunny emerged - a trendy man in his early twenties, wearing tight jeans, a fitted shirt and a 'cool' hairdo. He smiled at me, walked straight to a drawer, pulled out his 'holster', tied it around his waist, walked around the room, picked up all his favorite weapons (scissors, comb, sprays etc) and secured it in the the holster. I wasn't sure if I should be impressed or laugh out loud. I just kept smiling.
The experience was phenomenal - I am absolutely in love with my new hair dresser and my new hair do. His panache grew on me. At times he worked like a perfectionist with the concentration of a surgeon and at other times with the style of a flamingo dancer.
