There is something about beauty salons in India. The way these people make you dislike attributes about yourself is outrageous. That said, I am do not demean myself, but simply fail to understand the need to red mark all that they think is not good enough in you. Too many blackheads. Too much dandruff. Oh, the hairfall. When was the last time you came here? Who did your eyebrows? Where do you live? Try this new treatment. Why don’t you bleach your skin? Hell, no! I do not like bleaching my skin, I am fine with my anti-dandruff shampoo, monsoon makes my hair weak, skin has too many pores as it breathes. I am absolutely aware and okay with how I look. I visit your parlour precisely to get things done, I want to. I am well aware of the products available in this capitalist beauty market, and I by no means want to fall prey to it.
Just let us be. I will come to you and you should not hound me. Simple. I pay you and that’s it. If I need advice, I will ask you. Thank you.