This is Not a Love Story – How it Started

I’m not a guy who likes things getting complicated. Complicated is not for people like me who are either white or black, yes or no, left or right, up or… well you get the Β picture.

I’m a hair stylist and I’m good at it. That’s why I landed the job in this swanky, upmarket salon. I love it here. Hate the pay though. But this is only a stepping stone. So I’m cool with that… for a few years.

I pride myself at reading our species well. That’s part of the reason why I am in this line. I give people what they want, not what they think they want. Most go out of the salon loving what I do to them. Some call me names and refuse to pay up, but that’s an exception, not the norm.

Which is why my boss hands me all the complicated ones. Remember, I don’t like complicated? He’ll tell me, ‘Fix them up’ as if a haircut or a perm or a blow-dry will fix things up for them. See, complicated people never come to a salon just for a hair cut or a trim. They have different expectations. They want to look different, feel different. They want an outward appearance that will deflect attention from the inner tumult that eats at them. They want to be somebody else. It’s like, “I wanna make sense of my stupid life. Let’s just start with the hair. Let’s get that sorted out first.”

Or, “I just had a break-up and I want to show him/her what he/she lost. Let’s start with the hair.”

Or, “I hate my job, I hate my wife, I hate my life. Lemme get a haircut. It’ll make everything alright.”

And when the haircut doesn’t make it better for them, they go ape-shit. Those are the kind of people who hate what I do to their hair. Those are the one’s who never leave a tip. Because they themselves don’t know what they want. And they won’t blame themselves! So blame the poor bloke with the shears who tonsured you the wrong way.

I fucking hate complicated!

That’s why when you walked into the salon and slumped into that chair I didn’t know what to do. You were hard to read. You were like a 1 million pieces puzzle. And I don’t like puzzles! But damn! You were cute. I was sucked in from the get go, fooled by the doe eyes and the cherry lip gloss you wore with aplomb that would make other girls look trashy. Too much makeup on the eyes though, as if you wanted attention. They were already beautiful, almond-y and the right shade of brown. Why ruin them with mascara, and kohl and eyeshadow? And yet you were demure in your choice of ensemble, as if trying to shirk attention from your slight frame. A simple plaidΒ shirt that covered every bit of skin on your torso, and slim-fitting cropped jeans. But wait a minute, you sat up in the chair to retrieve that buzzing phone from the pocket of your jeans, and as you fumbled to get that screaming monster out (what a sad ringtone – some song that sounded like a dirge), I spotted a tattoo on your waist, something with a bird with barbed wire or thorns, I couldn’t make out. It was only a glimpse. But it made you different from what you were trying to be. It made you intriguing, not complicated.

And I was a fool because I LOVE intriguing.

And I shouldn’t have eyed you for those extra 5 seconds that I did, when our eyes met and you were still on the phone but not into the conversation anymore. Those 5 seconds told you I was interested. Those 5 seconds told me you had noticed me. Those 5 seconds told us we were onto something.

Those 5 seconds screwed my life… Made it complicated.

And I fucking hate complicated….

To be continued…



This is the first part of my next novella. As you may have noticed, its about a boy who doesn’t like to complicate things and a girl who complicates his life. Find out why in the next part. Stay tuned!

Β©Pradita Kapahi, 2017


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38 thoughts on “This is Not a Love Story – How it Started

  1. As a prologue/hook, this is an exciting part. Only suggestion, keep the posts separated by a few days. The anticipation built up would be great. That’s only my opinion though.
    And oh, you bore excellently into your protagonist’s mind. Kudos!

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  2. Oh well! Somebody’s on her way to a novella. ❀
    This piece was intriguing, an A-OK start for throwing a stone in the lake and getting the ripples on the surface. But see you have got yourself into a big deal now. Expectations are high from the formed ripples. πŸ˜‰
    Waiting for next! πŸ™‚

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  3. Yay, another story.

    I need to get a haircut. Kaha milege ye wala hair artist. I have no idea how to make myself look better. This guy seems to know what he is doing and also what I want. So, address milega? πŸ˜›

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      • Yeah! I still have to read the whole novella. And the way you write babe, I don’t think you need any feedback from me. You’re brilliant and as I’ve mentioned before, you’ve a unique style. Though I myself struggle with creating my signature writing style, but that is also something I admire in fiction writers. Keep it up, dear!

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        • OMG! Made my day, made my day (doing a happy dance)…. Thank you so so much. Take your time through the rest of the series. It’s rather long, I know :-/ But please do tell me if I need improvement anywhere. I’m all for improving and learning πŸ™‚ Thanks for your time again. Happy Sunday πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

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          • You’re welcome, honey. It’s a novella after all. It is supposed to be longer than average stories. Don’t worry. I am used to lengthy stuff. And as for improvement, I will of course let you know if I find anything worth improving. There’s just one thing though. I don’t have any idea what the narrator of this story looks like. In most of the books I’ve read, they always let the readers know about their apperance. For example, looking at the mirror while shaving or pulling a comb through their hair, they give us an idea about their eyes, their features, hair etc. You can use such ideas in longer stories where reader spends a lot of time with the main charachter. I think you get what I am trying to say. I am in no way a better writer than you. I am just telling you what I’ve noticed in writings of some of professional writers. I hope I am not acting superiorπŸ˜… Happy sunday to you too, babe!

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            • I know what you’re saying, but this kind of narration is another style. If you read Rebecca by DuMaurier, her narrator was a faceless person. Till the very end no one knew what she was like, what her name was, even though she was an integral part of the story. It’s all part of creating a mysterious aura so that there is always that element of mystery, even when the whole story has unfolded. That’s the same ploy I’ve used. To keep the reader guessing who this guy is till the very end.

              I know I could have depicted his features in detail, but I wanted the reader to create an image of their own volition. It makes them connect more. So maybe you could think of him as Brad Pitt or Ranvir Singh if you want πŸ˜‰ πŸ˜‰ Hope that explains why I did it πŸ™‚

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              • I still have to read Rebecca. It’s on my to be read pile for so long. I’ve watched the its Indian film adaptation. Wow. You’re right. I didn’t think that way. That’s why I said I hope I am not acting superior. πŸ˜…πŸ˜…πŸ˜… Now I am reading this story from whole new perspective. Thanks for letting me know about this, Pradita! πŸ˜ŠπŸ’• Have a nice day!

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