This prompt recalls the story of a barber guy, from our town, Umrangso(India). His name was Vikram, and he was a favorite barber in the Guwahati area, where he started his salon for his everyday livelihood. Besides his fan following among the college boys was tremendous, the number of guys visited his salon was not possible to keep the count.
Like many others, I too was a regular visitor to his shop during my college days. It was true he had quality in his field and neither hesitated to go for Tom cruise haircut nor would he ever disappoints you.
So one Sunday afternoon a routine haircut, I visited his shop and but he was not there. So, I decided to turn back and return the next day. As I was moving out to the parking area to start my bike, to my surprise I found him thoroughly worried, blabbering to himself on the street. He asked for money, and secondarily the haircut was not done.
Then we had the following conversation ongoing,
I questioned, " What do you need it for"?
He replied, " I need it, I'll repay you, brother".
On insisting further, he added, " I am into deep stress, some guys had taught me the bad things to consume".
End of five minutes..(story continues)
Saying this he began to plead and was craving for.
I agreed on helping him with 750 Indian rupees, considering that he was requesting the money for marijuana. Immediately next, he called someone and got his stuff. He showed me the very minute container, I even doubt if it would be a gram, and sadly he added, " i"m sorry but I need to snort this stuff, Please don't let anyone know about it, I promise to return you money."
I went hostel after the haircut and was thinking the whole night, "how a poor person got into this world"?
It was all back in 2015 when I was in the third year of my graduation. The good news being, Vikram is a changed family man now, after returning from the rehab the following year.
