If hair could be happy each of my stands would be gleaming with shine. When I first got to India I had heard of this concept called hair fall. What is that you ask? Well ask pantene, fructis or dove. It when you hair cuticuls get damaged and you hair becomes lack-luster, thin, and falls out. My once healthy long blonde hair is now a tuft of straw with a crown of frizz where the weak strands have broken under pressure.
So why is my hair so happy? Because I am going home soon and even a week away from the Indian air and water polution is a reprieve from the daily torment.
Beyond my hair, my friend once told me that living each day in Mumbai is equivilant to smoking 20 ciggarettes a day so might as well take up the habit and at least benifit from the nicotine high. Just one year here has seriously taken a toll on my body, my skin, my lungs and my hair. I only hope that it all goes back to normal when the polution showdown is over.
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