Wish this was Just another Hair Raising Tale! When Hair Stoop, Move Apart and then, Depart!

I have always been confident about my hair growth, always assuring myself that nothing could go possibly wrong despite my father’s genetically-transmitted disposition towards premature hair graying. This confidence stemmed from hair roots inherited from the maternal side too. We are blessed with thick hair, so dense that if you don’t comb them for a day, stray animals might peep-in to check a prospective, snug accommodation for the night. The hair growth rate was so high that during the schooling years that I visited the nearby salon with amazing regularity. These hair cutting artisans would often bitch about how unruly and demanding my hair were and that it always took them extra effort to tame the shrew that used to be my highly democratized hair—because each strand was independently shaped and positioned irrespective of my preferences. This discussion overviews my hair battles, the most recent ones being against hair thinning and breakage that has me seriously scared...