Childhood is full of fun and at times touching memories that you carry with you till the end of time. Coming from a family of four sisters I have a lot of memories which are very close to my heart but none more than a special incident that happened when I was quite young. 

     At that time I was the youngest at home (I’m second in line btw) and I was studying in a girls convent school. I had beautiful long hair that fell till my waist. Now a convent school is very tough with its rules. In our school, girls in mid school with medium length hair had to make 2 ponies and girls with longer hair had to make two braids. After every assembly, the teachers would check the passing girls and pull out the ones who  were not following rules. The punishment varied according to the offense like sometimes they would make the girls wash their socks/shoes if found not clean enough or make them stand in a row holding their ears for an entire period or even at times chop off the girl’s hair. Scary I know!

     Now my mom would be the one to always take care of me from dressing me in the morning to braiding my hair to giving me breakfast and even dropping me off to school. One day she unfortunately fell very ill (my younger sis was on the way little did I know then) and could not get out of bed. The servants were there to do the rest but the dressing and hair fell on me. Having long hair proved to be such a hassle for a little child that I started bawling my eyes out so I went and hid in a corner so that my mom would not hear me and feel bad.

     My dad found me like that and asked why I was crying so much! I told him about the teachers in school and how I didn’t want my hair to get chopped off. My dad dried my eyes and helped me wash my face. He then sat down patiently and very methodically parted my hair first and slowly tried to figure out how to braid my hair. He is an engineer btw and the entire process became very meticulous and “measurement-y” for him. After much struggle and measurement he finished my hair and dropped me off to school.

     I was so proud of the fact that my “dad” did my hair that I told all my class mates flaunting his work and even told the assembly attending teacher that my dad did my hair. The other girls were so jealous and the teachers would pass their gentle smiles. I was so happy and still remember the details of that day to a T!

     So many years have passed now. The transition from being a girl to becoming a young woman and now an adult has taken place and somewhere down the lines has taken its toll. Gone are the carefree days and that innocence. Now as each day is met head on to face its challenges and stress things are not how they once were. I had to shorten the length of my hair as it was difficult to maintain and they have thinned down as well. Gone is the silky smoothness of yesterdays braids and are now replaced with thin rough and “spiky” ones. Spiky cause of split ends which causes hair to stick out of a plait.

     When I came across Dove Split End Rescue Shampoo and Conditioner I like any other person was skeptical about the “tall” claims made by the product. But I decided to try it out anyways after all what did I have to loose. I bought the set and used it regularly. After a couple of weeks of use I started to notice the difference to my hair! The were softer and more manageable. My braids were easier to make and they didn’t look like I was trying to initiate myself into the whole messy braid look anymore. I was so pleasantly surprised.

     But the real treat came when I dropped by my parents place on a visit. I had made a braid that day and my dad saw my hair. He gingerly touched it and asked me if I remember the day that he made my hair. “It was not really so straight and could done better with a millimeter of adjustment to the right”, said my father. I looked at him with my eyes moist and told him that it couldn’t have been more perfect than what it was. 

     Thank you Dove! I relieved one of my most cherished memories again because of you. I love you! And I love my dad! Best…..Dad…….Ever! 😀