A paan-tambaku stained smile,
Salim from Lucknow,
offered the second chair from the door -
a rite.
Wrapped a white cloth,
picked up scissors, black comb
for a bald, skull dressing.
Fingers twirled;
a twitch, a tic, a fright.
Salim paused.
Stepped out without a hair cut,
a beard trim.
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