On the path down Mahogany Street, there lived a girl named Tanya. All day, she would comb her long, luscious hair, braid them and decorate them with pins and flowers. Two things she couldn’t live without was her hair comb and her smart and understanding friend, Anjali. Both were different yet balanced in each other’s madness. Tanya had long brown hair while Anjali had a black pixie cut. Tanya spent her free time singing while Anjali spent hers in the football field. A unique friendship evolved between the two.
Once for their school trip, they were taken to a hospital of cancer patients. Both were deeply saddened by the plight of the patients. As they walked down the row of beds, they noticed a small girl diagnosed with the same life-threatening disease. Her name was Richa. Although she had lost all her hair and was now bald, she still was very chirpy, playing with a teddy bear in hand, unaware of the danger posed to her life. A tingling sensation continued in their hearts as they returned home. They met after the trip and discussed the condition of that girl. Tanya seemed frustrated at her helplessness to help poor Richa in any smallest way possible. Muttering to themselves about the injustice to Richa, they both went home.
The next few days Tanya kept to herself. She stayed aloof and hardly talked. Anjali was concerned to see the sudden change in her friend’s behaviour. Tanya then took ill and stayed homebound for many days. Anjali came to meet her best friend, without fail every day after school.
One day as Anjali went to meet Tanya , she found the main door of their house left ajar. As she entered she found the house to be empty. Anjali knew that her friend would never be so careless and leave the house in such a condition. Climbing up the stairs, Anjali was sure she heard some shuffling sounds from Tanya’s bedroom. Were they thieves? Was Tanya Ok? Should she have called the police before entering?
Her heart was hammering in her chest, nevertheless Anjali quietly opened the door and was shocked to behold such a sight. Tanya’s hair was haphazardly cut till her neck. In her right hand were scissors and on her left a ziplock bag with the words ‘WIG’ and ‘RICHA’ written in bold block letters.
With a tear stained face yet determined look in her eyes Tanya replied to Anjali’s silence. “I want Richa to have hair too!”