When I met up with friends for afternoon tea last week, one of the first comments before I settled down at the table was that my hair was exceptionally grey. I must be thinking too much, I responded in jest. That was what my mother used to say when the greying began when I was in my thirties. Yes, I admit, I do a lot of thinking. But seriously, does thinking too much turn the hair grey? Is there scientific proof to that?
I looked at the mirror and true enough, my four-week old untrimmed hair is at its greyest. My crown certainly has lost it glory. Perhaps, it was more obvious because it has not been this long for a few years already. My dilemma now is whether to keep it longer for me to comb the karipap style that I used to sport as a kid or have the neighbourhood Indian barber do the #2 crop like what I have had for the past six years. Or maybe, I will just colour it all grey for that distinguished Richard Gere look. Decisions, decisions.