This will make you shave your head

I had a strange dream last night. I was completely bald, with my head feeling incredibly smooth. I woke up with a weird feeling, my long hair feeling even more unruly than usual. It was a sign—I needed a haircut. I got up, got ready, and headed out, but the image of my smooth, bald head from the dream kept replaying in my mind. I decided to visit a bustling salon run by women in the heart of an old Indian marketplace. As I walked in, the air was filled with the scent of jasmine and sandalwood. The salon was a vibrant space, decorated with colorful drapes and traditional Indian art. The female barbers, dressed in comfortable, cotton tunics, were expertly snipping and styling hair. A woman with kind eyes and a warm smile, who introduced herself as Priya, gestured for me to sit down. She wrapped a silk cloth around my neck and asked what style I was looking for. "Just a haircut," I said, but my mind was still on the dream. I watched as she picked up a comb and a pair of scissors, but my heart was set on something else. "Actually," I said, "I've changed my mind. I want you to shave my head completely." Priya's eyes widened slightly, a hint of surprise on her face. "A full head shave? Are you sure?" she asked gently. "It's a big change." "Yes," I replied, "I want it perfectly smooth. Like a mirror." She smiled, put down the scissors, and picked up a traditional, Indian-style straight razor with a wooden handle. It was sleek and sharp. She then pulled out a small pot of shaving foam. "Let's do this then," she said confidently. Priya began by creating a rich lather with a brush, then applied it all over my head. The foam was cool and refreshing. As she took the razor and started at the top of my head, a shiver ran down my spine. The first stroke of the blade was an incredible sensation, different from anything I'd ever felt. I could hear the soft whisper of the blade as it glided through the foam, removing my hair. She worked meticulously, section by section. The hair on the back of my head was shaved first. I could feel the cold razor, followed by the warmth of her hand as she checked her work. The gentle pressure of her fingers, combined with the smooth feel of my freshly shaved scalp, was a unique and wonderful experience. When she moved to the front, I could see the pile of my hair on the floor. It was strange and thrilling to watch it all come off. I was enjoying every moment. Soon, my head was completely bald. Priya then took a small, warm towel and wiped away the remaining foam. "Now for the final touch," she said. She poured a few drops of jasmine oil into her palms and began to massage my head. The oil was slightly warm and smelled divine. Her fingers worked in slow, rhythmic circles, and the massage was deeply relaxing. It was the perfect end to the shave. After she was done, she held up a large, ornate mirror. I looked at my reflection and saw a new me. My head was shiny and smooth, just as in my dream. Priya smiled, "It suits you," she said. I paid her, thanking her for the wonderful experience. As I walked home, my scalp felt exposed yet free. The evening breeze felt cool against my new, smooth skin. My mom was waiting for me. Her eyes went wide the moment she saw me. "A haircut?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with surprise. "Yeah," I said, a smile on my face, "I decided to try something new." She came closer and ran her hand over my head. "It's so smooth," she said softly, "It's like you never had hair." I just smiled, a little secret between me and my new, smooth head.