It was a fine morning and I sympathetically told myself, how I have been ignoring myself. How everything else around me had become so important. The least I could do is to pamper myself with some shopping or a visit to my favourite salon. *Statutory warning* – I get these self sympathy more often than normal. However the former would have been an expensive option so I decided to do the latter. I also assured myself that I am not only saving some bucks but also will be rejuvenated at the end of it.
With hopeful eyes I dragged myself to my favourite salon to find my usual beautician not available for services. I reluctantly, but determined to achieve my goal of the day, settled for a new girl for my services. A pleasant looking, petite girl, maybe a couple of years younger to me , in her well fitted uniform approached me and escorted me to the service room. It was a small 4X8 feet room, brightly light and air conditioned to the right temperature. The room was well equipped with all the equipments laid out on trolleys for all the high end beauty treatments. The room looked like it could double up as a mini operation theatre too. It had a mirror on the rear end wall from the door and a 2 x 6 feet high raised bed with clean white disposable sheets and a wash basin at the corner of the mirror.
Since I was in a mood for indulgence I had booked an appointment for chocolate waxing of my hands and legs followed by chocolate pedicure and manicure. I think I had a sweet tooth too that day. My friendly beautician started her job and I soon realised I was in experienced hands.Â She was doing an amazing job. Since she had put me to ease, I got chatty with her over the session rather than staring at the white ceiling. Also itâ€™s a great way to divert my attention away from whatever little pain I was experiencing.Â Itâ€™s been almost two decades that I have been religiously taking up this routine. They come like the PMS ever month no matter what. Itâ€™s only and only the magnificent result that has driven me till date to take up this painful procedure. The pain hasnâ€™t reduced any bit since then but Iâ€™ve grown stronger and immune to it I guess!
The lovely smiling lady over the conversation on varied topics from how commuting in this city could be dangerous, her experience travelling to work every day, to how this wax is made, what are different types of wax and its contents. Suddenly, she asked me a question at a time that all the planetary positions must have had me in my most daring state of mind.
â€œMâ€™am have you tried Brazilian Waxing anytimeâ€? She quizzed. Was that a casual conversational question or was she challenging me? My reaction; â€œNo, never, not even during my pre-bridal sessions!â€â€“ Strongly. Her reaction; â€œReally? What you saying?â€ Now was that surprise or sarcasm?
She continued telling me of how she specialised in it and has a large clientele who can vouch for her making it sound like a casual affair. Was she making me feel, oh so not happening? She even mentioned a teenager all of 16 getting her first Brazilian waxing a few days ago. Was she saying I am too old to be doing it for the first time? Considering I am sucker for challenges, I think it was a conspiracy!!
I finally broke my silence and said I think I need some time to think about it. She did say â€˜Sure mâ€™am please take your time, I am at your service anytimeâ€™. I interpreted it as â€“ was she trying to tell me I canâ€™t decide?
Then, by sudden Act of Heaven I found myself proclaiming, â€œOk, I will give it a try today but ensure you donâ€™t hurt meâ€. Bakra phas gaya! If it was a conspiracy and an effect of the planetary movements, I could have done bungee jumping, sky diving or practiced parkour, but Brazilian Waxing!! Why?!?!?!
The girl also tried making me comfortable by saying, â€œwe can try a few pulls, if you are not comfortable we can discontinue immediatelyâ€. I read this as â€œIs that all you can take, eh?â€ Was I on some ego trip or what?!?!?!
We finally began our mission. Letâ€™s call it Mission Safaya 😉 It was time I left all my inhibitions and dared to bare. Well, daring to bare was easier than daring to bear (the pain). The girl carefully wore her disposable gloves and her mask, sanitized all the equipments and she was set on her mission. I almost felt I was going under the knife. It was quite intimidating and I realised I was at her mercy. She confidently began her work like a pro and as if it was one of her daily chores.
â€œOhhh…. Ohhh wait did you forget the anaesthesiaâ€? Before I could finish thinking it aloud in my head, came the first pull. God!!! What just happened to me? Why canâ€™t I see anything around me? Why is it so dark? And what are these twinkling around? Before I would gather myself, here came the second.Â Am I not supposed to be pampering myself? Feeling all happy and delighted? I didnâ€™t like the feeling but I got hopeful within the next few attacks I will be through. Also I thought I am sure I will get used to it. Didnâ€™t I survive through 2 decades of this routine? It was over confidence riding on me now, I guess.
By the time the count reached 10, I needed atleast 3 pegs of neat Vodka to go any further, else I would pass out. The girl was focused on her mission and uninterruptedly did her job. I remember sparsely for a couple of minutes I was transported to a subconscious mind where I could feel the pain but I was not registering it. I was lost in my thought which I donâ€™t remember at all. I dreaded coming back to the right state of mind and have a face-off with my present state. The girl tried conversing with me but I donâ€™t remember any bit of what we spoke. I would have been dead and then brought to life again. I think my soul went wandering to Brazil to locate the source of this agony.
Finally after several minutes in almost some kind of time warp, I heard the girlâ€™s pleasant voice. She declared â€œThe wars over mâ€™am, you have won the battleâ€. Or atleast thatâ€™s what I heard. She continued saying the job was very well done and that I am sure to be happy with the results. Oh wait! What results are we talking about? Mission Safaya or the sore patch I have to bear with, for I donâ€™t know how long. I had mixed feelings, the good feeling was for my first attempt, for my dare and for Mission Safaya, but the bad feeling was the entire experience and the condition it left me in. Itâ€™s like winning a war after having lost all your soldiers. 🙁
While I was trying to gather myself she posed another question to me which not only completely brought me to my senses but also to me feet.Â â€œMâ€™am , so will I see you after 45 days for your next sessionâ€? Before I even answered the question to myself I decided to settle my bills and head out.
Will I dare to do it again? I donâ€™t know! I will answer this only after 45 days. Oh my god, only 44 days to go…..!
Have you tried Brazillian Waxing ? Do Â share yourÂ experienceÂ 🙂
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