Saturday, June 27, 2015

Finding the pair of Scissors

This morning I woke up to remembering how good looking papa was. Later on in the years he lost his moustache or may be he didn't shave so meticulously. He had a thick moustache which later on became very thin. Don't know why I never noticed how papa shaved. I knew he would always have a pair of scissors so think the last thing he gave me was a pair of scissors. In his ICU bed they wanted to shave him and that was when I got him the stuff people need to shave. I never had bought it before. He would always dye his hair black and the last unfinished packet of dye remained tied by papa with a rubber band to keep it out of air so it wouldn't spoil. My dad.

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