When I was four I was not a discerning person. I used to be a lover of people.

In short, I loved all. Save one.

My aunt. 14.

She had a mustache. Okay, in this world of grown-ups, we call it a harelip. Whatever.

She had it.

And when she smiled, she looked a moth-eaten attempt to Charlie Chaplin.

She looked like cat with really short whiskers.

She looked like a sad walrus.

She looked like a fourteen year old disgruntled boy.

And so one day I protested, and told her to get rid of all that hair.

I was ruder, actually, and I pulled on them a bit.

She was not happy.

But I wished she had shaved them off. I really did.

So I pulled on a few of them really hard, and they came out, and she howled.

Of course, I was not spared.

But I still wish I had pulled off more of her hair.

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Written by Poorna Banerjee

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  1. poorna banerjee 2013-02-06 at 10:55 am Reply

    Well, my mother used to swear by mixing all purpose flour with milk and rubbing it over me.

  2. glowinghalo 2013-02-06 at 4:01 am Reply

    my 1 1/2 yr old daughter hair few hair on her upper lip..I am so concerned..anyways ..like ay home remedies for hair removal of kids

  3. poorna banerjee 2013-02-01 at 5:38 am Reply

    😛 thank you!

  4. Shehrzad Dastaan 2013-01-31 at 11:38 am Reply

    funny poem.Thumbs up

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