I don’t exactly remember how I fell in love with this hair band. I have been receiving compliments about my oriental features all my life; let it be my school, my family or even the general public. Everyone would be falling in love with my hair. I have thick silky dark brown shiny hair which have a texture and bounce that everyone would want to do anything to get something like that. It was the first summers of my school days when I was in nursery and my mom got me a hair cut that not only complimented the hair texture it also changed my look altogether that (as my mom tells me) all the teachers of my earlier playgroup class came out to notice and praise. But very next day I was instructed by my class teacher to get a hair band so that the front fringe wont be bothering my eyes when I am writing or reading. Well I gave the same message to my mom and she took me to a super store to buy something appropriate to get that fringe back for a while. And there I was in the girl’s most favorite section of hair accessories, bangles, bands and so many colorful ornaments. Running anxiously in the entire section I just didn’t know what to buy and what not. I gave my mom so many glittery glossy and gaudy things that I could pull in my tinny hands, and my mom kept saying you cant get this and you cant get that ,.. well may be we can look into this hair band and so on …..
Suddenly when I turned for another round of handful joyous goodies I saw a fresh blue colored hair band. I just picked it up and went straight to my mom. My mom looked at me and then at that hair band … exchanged a look with my dad and nodded “Ok we are going to get this”. No one of us had an idea that this momentary impulse buy would be so significant.
I was two and a half years old when I bought that hair band. From the day I bought it from that store it was on my hair, I would even put it on when I was sleeping. My mom would take it off my head when I was deep asleep cause if I would wake up during this act it was one hell of a crying session followed by a pretty bad mood for long time. I would wear it with any color of dress. Any kind, eastern or western dress (even during my swimming classes it was a must on my head). All the pictures of my that age time have a prominent icon. ..My blue hair band. Even my family and my friends at school know the importance and my love for that hair band. It was like my one thing I could not be seen without. Then one day while I was playing with my one year old brother and running after him and trying to catch him I stepped on my hair band and broke a piece of it. Suddenly all my joy of playing and jumping had stopped. It felt like I have been injured and not the hair band. My face turned red and I broke into tears. My mom held me close to her and tried to get me relieved form that shock. I kept crying for a while but in a very strange manner as if I have lost something very special. It was a very emotional session for all of my family. Everyone in the room suddenly went quite and then tried to comfort me that it will be ok we will get a new one or Dad will fix it. But I could not get that bang out of my head. When I went to see my Grandparents the first thing I told them when I entered the room was “ Dada my blue hair band is broken and I stepped on it”. my grand father gave me big hug and so did my grandmother they all knew how attached I was with my hair band.
That was quite a sad evening for all of us. My mother has kept the broken pieces of that hair band very safe as she know how I still like to talk about that hair band on and off with my friends or my cousins.
Its almost a year to this incident and my mom has bought me quite a few new hair bands but none can replace my blue hair band. It has a place no other can have.. It was my favorite hair band and it always will be.
(This is a narration of my 3 year old daughter’s reaction on her most loved favorite blue hair band that I have felt. I am not sure how she will remember this all when she grows up. So I have put it how I saw her go through this whole event)
