Even if it kills me
There was once when I thought my life was over. I was balding & I thought I had cancer. Even if I didn't have cancer, being bald at the age of 19 would end all hopes of snagging a girlfriend. It wouldn't matter if I had cancer because I would die sooner or later but if it was a hair disease, my scalp would be a platform for ultra-violet rays to shine on for the rest of my life. That would seriously suck. Especially when people make exclamations like, "what a shine!" Wigs are quite a solution although not so for the monsoon season. It'll be a good workout getting it out of a tree. Be thankful if it hasn't been inhabited by mynas or pigeons. By end of may 2008, I had a very obvious bald spot at the back of my head. I had to wear a hat wherever I go. In class, the teachers would question me. I didn't know what to say nor do I know what to do. I didn't tell anyone. If I was fated to die, I'd rather die secretly & alone. On one fateful day, my g...