It had been dominating my thoughts for some months. Should I or shouldn't . Like most Indian males one is peer-driven to keep some grass above the upper-lip. Any later rethinks are quickly dismissed from the mind. One falls in line with the trend one sees all around. This morning I woke up courageous. After some snipping away with the scissors, I steeled myself and held the Razor . Then with the fortitude of a martyr I lawn-mowed that bunch of grass. Wow ! That took some courage ! Done with the job, I inspected my new features; One way then the other, back to front then front visage to profile. It sure looked different, but not too bad after all ! One could get used to carrying this look.
The smallest decisions in life are sometimes the most difficult, because we are so mortified of changing the perspective !