Alone at my apartment.. towards the bed on my way..
I tried talking to my comb today..
A little worried about life and a little more about my hair fall..
Contemplating the future but breakfast for tomorrow morning takes the place above all..
The comb seemed to laugh at the bizarre setting of my thoughts..
Apparently very happy with my hair tangled in knots..
Angry at his amusement, I asked if he had a solution or should I show him the drawer..
Now smiling at my offer he said, maybe you should laugh.. just a little more!!