A Pandemic and A Parlor
It was not going to be a happy festive season. That part was given. But at least it could have been a pretty one. Seema had never had to deal with such dilemma. Not getting waxing done, manicure, and even eye-brows for so long wasn’t fun anymore. And it definitely wasn’t a good look. Seema frowned at the mirror again. They had said that it’d be over by now. And even if it wasn’t, what big deal was it anyways? People die in this nation every day… Maybe because this time, they
