Dial - Season 1 - Episode 54

4 years ago

Dial - Season 1 - Episode 54

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For the first time in many years, I changed my haircut style.

Just like my father, I had always preferred the hairstyle where there was a bit more hair on top, slightly thicker than the sides.

That day, however, after seeing the speckle of grey hairs on my head, I went for a ‘down-cut’ hairstyle. The side hairs were whittled down to almost the skin, and the top was cropped close to my skull but with comparatively more hair than the sides.

I rushed home and sat down in front of the laptop and hit the internet. I researched extensively on premature grey hair, hoping to hit on a reason – any reason at all – to explain why my hair had been pigmented with grey hairs.

If I had gotten a reason on the first key words Googled, I just might have stopped researching any further. As it turned, I took about a couple of hours surfing the internet for a reason.

My hopes were dashed when I learnt that stress wasn’t a real cause of premature grey hair, contrary to popular belief. I was hoping, against all hopes that I would have very concrete evidence that stress caused early grey hair, but this was debunked by the many articles I read.

I tried to pin it down to genetics…but my father hadn’t greyed well into his fifties. And then I tried to pin it down to vitamin B-12 deficiency, or even something associated to my pituitary or thyroid gland…but I knew these didn’t apply to me, and I was just grasping at straws.

I finally stood up and paced my huge luxurious house aimlessly. I was a wealthy young man, and yet I felt so very alone. There was no one to call, no one to converse with, and no one to give me advice!

My life, indeed was a lonely one, and I was just beginning to realize it. I watched some movies, then retired to my huge study and drew up some accounts on projects I needed to complete, and then I headed to the kitchen to find something to eat.

After a while I gave up, returned to the living-room, picked my phone, and ordered pizza. At least that would make me meet another human being. I went to my courtyard and spent some time on the basketball court hooping in a few three-pointers. Somewhere in the neighbourhood a dog barked fiercely, and the sound really made me sad, and I stopped playing the basketball.