Being Unfaithful
Dee is a wonderful woman. For the past three years I have not seen anyone but her. She is a lovely Croatian woman, and despite her busy schedule, always makes time for me. I would even leave work early sometimes to meet her. If I had to stay late, I would often meet her, and then head back to work.
Yesterday, I was unfaithful to her. Upon being dragged to Footscray in Melbourne for bargain shopping, I got thoughroughly bored and broke my promise, and headed over to a beautiful young Chinese girl… to get a haircut. For the first time in three years I had someone other than Dee cut my hair. I felt guilty, yet it was necessary.
Some people become models when they let their hair grow long, others become terrorists. Unfortunately, I seemed to belong to the latter, and the stares that I was getting were becoming unbearable. Furthermore, my family were considering disowning me (the last time they tried that was when I gave up eating fish, about twenty five years ago). Plus, I needed something, anything, to pass the time while my mom and cousin went around town finding trinklets and crockery and god knows what else.
So, true to form, modern technology was there to record this historic moment and bring it to the thousands of computer screens across the globe that intently follow the happenings in the life of Amit Sinha:
