It is 3:00am and I am reminded of my instrumental music teacher from 9th standard. My school had morning assemblies every morning till 10th standard. For 11th and 12th standard students it was not compulsory as they had extra classes to make possible good rank in various entrance exams. I like this set up of not having to attend assembly every morning.
Somehow the
hair on my legs is in some sort of competition with the hair on my head. But they
lose. However, the fact still remains that I have very hairy legs. So, on one
of the fine shiny morning, as the classes were being dispersed in a que to
their respective classes after the assembly in 9th standard, Kanika ma’am
my instrumental music teacher called me aside and said- “beta get your legs
waxed, it doesn’t look good. You are a grown up now.” It made me feel terrible.
Clearly not because what she said was wrong but because I knew that I would not
get the permission to do so at my home. And also, because now I was enlightened
about the fact that I am a grown up and do not look good. I obviously wanted to
look good.
I wish I didn’t
move my skirt an inch lower to hide the hair on my legs, while getting
complimented for my hair on the head by most people around me. I wish I had the
courage to tell my teacher that she was wrong. I wish I had believed that I was
beautiful with or without the hair on my legs or my head.
Today after
more than 10 years I am reminded of my teacher at this hour when I lay with my
fresh shaved smooth legs. This is an example that what your teachers says stays
with you forever. Though I realized it late but my legs are beautiful, yours
are too.
