hair today, gone tomorrow

Something about the air in Mumbai. Made me want to tonsure. While I was admiring my new look and contemplating on the meaning of life, a mosquito came and bit me, on my head! On my head! And while I was fulminating over it, another mosquito came and bit me right next to where the first one had. I ran out of the barbershop like a madman, waving my arms all over my head.

Went and complained to my roommate, hoping for a sympathetic ear. He joked that the two mosquitoes would brag to all their fellow mosquito friends about how I gave both of them head!

The mosquitoes won’t stop biting me on my head. Forced to wear a cap these days. The place where I stay is mosquito infested. So when I go to sleep, I sleep with a cap on. My roommate thinks that’s hilarious. Infact I woke up screaming about aliens the other night only to discover that it was my roommate taking Polaroid snaps of me. While I was stuffing the Polaroid down his throat, he kept mumbling something about sending the photos home to cheer his aging parents.