Whenever there is a wedding in the family (okay, I promise this week is all there is with the 'weddingy-posts'), there is a flurry of visits to the parlour for various reasons - starting from the most idiotic, to something sane like mehendi.
Now, the girl-cousins had all convinced me to 'pay a visit' as well, so one fine day, feeling as if I'm stepping into an abyss, I walked into a parlour where my R phuppo has been working for 30+ years. Good for R Phuppo! When I entered the place with Mum, the scene looked so harmless that I immediately relaxed.
RPhuppo: You will take facial, yes?
Me: Is it all about applying cream to face?
Me: Okay :D
She: Great! Let's go.
She took me to this inner place with cubicles and I stopped in amazement. Women in some wrap-around kinda thingie, were inside, and the curtains weren't properly drawn either. I couldn't help gaping. What was happening?
Me: W-w-what's that R Phuppo? *pointing at a lady*
She: She's getting waxing done.
Me *very tempted to ask 'of what exactly?' but held my tongue*
She: Just stay here, somebody will be with you shortly.
Me: *relieved that mum was sitting just inches away, looking just as alarmed* :D
This young girl (YG) walks inside the cubicle. Hands me a sheet. Says, "Undress now" - me couldn't help but gape at her. R Phuppo hurriedly appeared and said firmly, "She is not going to change. You just do the facial in her own dress' ... (as I said, good for R Phuppo!)
YG began. I was pretty much okay with the procedure. But when steam was blowing in my face (for reasons I haven't quite figured out), there was a sharp pain on my nose. What the..
Turns out she was removing blackheads. Ew! The pain was like, a cat scratching the nose with very sharp paws. The pain was BAD. I couldn't believe I was putting myself through this torture. Finally, it ended.
And they say a facial is relaxing? Ha! I still have scratch marks on my nose !!