The Bond (RedRibbon13)

On occasion of World AIDS day, i.e 1st Dec this story is dedicated to the cause. 

Public declaration: All the events and the characters which were described in the following are fictional. Any similarity to real life will be a pure co-incidence.

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THE BOND

She is sitting by her dressing table in her room, slowing untangling her long jet-black waist length long hair, free of knots with a thick brush. She loves her hair. Her mother loved it even more. It reminds her of her mother. Her mother loved it long and braided. She loves the fact that her mother loved it on her, although her mother's own hair wasn't that long or is that because she never let it grown long. She will never know. 

Thinking of her mother often brings a lot of emotions in her. Sad, but mostly happy memories. But today she was happy thinking about her mother’s skillful braiding of her hair. How her mother had caressed it and nourished it, long and thick. Her mother was an expert when it comes to styling, whereas she is always a slow learner and often cribs about maintaining it. That's why she has always listened to her mother’s advice or will ask her to help with her hair. But today it's different.

I'm meeting my mom.

Yes, she is meeting her mom today. Now that she is not there she would do it herself with the red ribbon. Her trademark red ribbon. The girl that was known for its. 'The girl with the red ribbon'. But it's a big deal. 

She is a big girl now. She can do her hairs like her mother have always done it. At twenty seven she still struggles to braid it. Being a successful pediatrician working in a busy hospital and earning a living on her own, she has very little time to indulge in this pleasure and will end up with a messy bun at her work to save the day. So, today she takes it up to her to do the task of her mother. Her mother will be proud of her and her father would appreciate her trouble. 

 For you, mother.

She starts at the root of the skull with two evenly distributed partitions to work towards the goal in her mind. Today being a special day she wants it to be more special for her mother.

She will be meeting her mother in a while so she wants to be presentable and impress her mother of her new found skill of braiding. Although they meet every day, but it still thrills her to no end. 

Today she wants to do a different style to tie her hair. It will be appropriate to say that she is bored with the regular pigtail or ponytail style and messy bun, so she had opted for an internet guided fashionable hairdo. 

After searching the web about different hair styles, she zeros it to the one she was braiding now. Side fishtail.  Her mother is the one who usually will come up with all different sorts of hairstyles and she loved styling it to her satisfaction just to see her daughter’s cheerful grin. And her daughter will settle for anything to make her mother happy.  

She braids her hair to a fishtail a little more, half through. Picking up the red ribbon and started admiring the color. Mother's favorite color. Touching its soft texture, she remembers her mother detailing her about how to choose the perfect texture and color but she will always know the color. Red. Her mother’s favorite red. Rubbing it between her thumb and fingers, she was feeling for the soft touch of silk on her skin. Smiling genuinely she goes into her childhood days. 

Her memories were, how her mother would run behind her with the brush to untangled the knots and how she would cry with each stroke of the comb. She would make a fuss and would take the entire house upside down that would make her father screamed with displeasure but nonetheless would sit through it.