Hairs
Parul started to study her book. She began to feel so tense on one chapter. She knew that it was going to come in examination. She suddenly began to feel impulse to pull her hair. It was her one habit which seemed so natural to her. She felt so relaxed when suddenly her Mom came in room. " Parul..what are you doing? How many times I told you not play with your hair. You will damage your hair." Parul smiled. It was common talk from childhood every time Mom kept reminding her that she must not pull her hair. But she kept ignoring it. From childhood her curls used to come in her hand. They were so pretty. She started to like that touch. They were so soft. When she felt them in her hand, she started to feel so relax from inside. She started to give those effect that would have wonderful touch in life. She suddenly felt as if she was in some heaven. When her Mom looked in her room, she took out her hand from hairs. But as soon as her Mom went away, she started touching her hairs once again. She began to study that chapter. She pulled them little hard. There was pain but she felt even that pain was waking her up. Then her Mom called her. It was a signal that she must get ready to go in college. She loved her Mom. Her Mom always did every thing for her. Her Mom Yashoda was housewife but she was so smart in every thing. Whenever Parul came to her with any question, Yashoda just solved it in few minutes. Parul just had obey her order and she could reach in her college on time. She began to get ready when she took out her hand out of hair and started brushing them. She sensed a pain. She was so confused. She tried to look in mirror. She couldn't believe that she pulled her hair so much that it damaged to skin of head. It never happened before. She felt that she couldn't hurt herself. Then she looked at comb. She clearly saw blood. She sensed that her comb must be wrong. She screamed " Mom..Mom come here." Yashoda came running inside room." What happened?" " Mom look at this comb. From where did we bought it? I got hurt due to it." Mom looked at comb. " My god." She touched corners of comb. She didn't feel that it was that sharp. But then she felt that she couldn't guess. It was possible that it might have manage to hurt during combing. Yashoda " Let me check your head." Parul showed her. Yashoda saw that there was clear wounds in hair. But it seemed so strange. That a comb could create so much wound in one day. Then she thought that it was possible that it was there already and they just missed it. Yashoda " I feel that you must not brush here for few days. I can't even apply medicine here." " No..No..don't do that. You will damage my hair. They might become white due to that medicine." " Come on. Nothing like that happen. But any way I can't apply medicine here. It is not possible to do that without cutting hair. I am sure you don't want to get bald to use medicine. Do you?" Parul screamed with anger " Mom!!" Then they both started laughing. Parul just combed hair from outside and then she ran in college. While going to college. She once again began to pull her hair. She felt some pain but then she felt that it was alright. It would not hurt her that much. She started feeling pains.But still she was enjoying it. She just loved that feeling of pulling her hair. It managed to reduce her so much tension. She just pulled them again. But this time she just screamed. Auto driver asked " What happened madam? Why did you pull your hairs?" " Nothing. Just some thing is stuck there." Now she stared pulling them slowly but she knew one thing that she just wanted to pull them at least for few days until her examination was not over. She needed to keep her habit to reduce her tension. She decided that she might change her curl. She found another. She felt little comfortable but not that much. But she decided that she would not pull her hair again today. She didn't want to scream before her friends.
Parul went inside class. She started talking with her friend. She began to act in normal way. She started chatting with her friends. She began to act normally. She began to chat with her friends in nice way. She began to chat with her friends. She was relaxed. She began to chat with them all. She didn't sense when she started pulling her hairs again. She started understanding that those pains are no longer hurting her. She was relaxed with them. In fact whenever she felt tense. She wanted to pull hair. She started studying chapters. She began to pull her hair when she began to sense one thought. She needed to relax when she pulled her hair. She began to sense that habit was refreshing for her. She felt that she might not scream. Slowly she just began that pain was not hurting her that much. She started going ahead with her day in normal way. Whole day she just kept working on chapters. It was so important. She just kept concentrating on it. She knew that her wound would vanish when she changed that comb. So she came back home. Mom gave her new comb. Some thing which was soft and couldn't harm her hairs. She just loved that comb. But still she felt pain when she combed it. She assumed that it would go away. But as days started going ahead she sensed that her head always kept paining. That wound was not going away. Parul " Mom it is still there." "What?" " Didn't I tell you about that pain on my head? It was so irritating. You can't even remember my basic troubles. What's wrong with you Mom? Don't you love me any more?" "It's not like that. I just assume that it will go away." "Assume Mom? Don't you feel need to ask me? I can't check it in my hair, can I?" " I know..I know..I am sorry. I just forgot. Let me see." Yashoda looked confused. " I just don't understand how can a comb hurt you so much?" " Come on. Can't you see it? It is hurting me." " I don't think so. I feel it might be your habit of pulling hair that hurting you." " Are you suggesting me? That I have pulled my hair so much that I manage to hurt my head?" Yashoda was confuse imherd from heart. It seemed like totally wrong fact but still it was true fact. Yashoda " I don't mean you are pulling them. I mean it is possible that you were hurt but now you are pulling so.."" Mom stop blaming me. It is just that comb. It is all happening due to that comb." "Fine. I have changed it." "But it don't work." "So.."" So? Find another comb." Yashoda nodded. But she was so confused. She didn't understand what kind of comb needed. But she decided that she might bought new comb collection. Yashoda " I got a idea. I will buy a large comb collection of all combs and brushes." Parul smiled. She liked this idea. Her Mom always helped her on every point. She knew that tomorrow when her Mom bought collections of comb. She could choose comb of right style on every point. She started searching combs which would suit her hair. She went happily in her room. Yashoda immediately went for shopping in market. She started searching for proper set. She started choosing comb. Finally she took ten combs of different style. When she came back, she called Parul. Parul searched one nice comb out of them. Yashoda knew that it was softest comb. Actually it was one brush which made to learn delicate items. But she thought that it would be okay if Parul liked it. After all it was question of few days when her wounds would go away then she could easily comb with normal comb. So she gave it to Parul. She thought that this problem was over and Parul thought same thing. Parul was so happy. So life began to move ahead normally.
As days went ahead Parul started sensing that her troubles were not reduced. Her hair were reducing from one part. She looked at them. She was getting bald on that spot. She was so confused. At beginning she thought that it was imagination.Then she watched carefully. It was true. She was getting bald on that spot. Then she understood that she was really taking out her hairs from that spot. She was so tense that some one would sense it. She was still pulling her hair which started to give those moves which started to relax her. She began to give those happy touch to her mind. She started to sense that bald look could be adjusted. But she felt just one thing that she needed full relaxation which she get by pulling her hair. She slowly took her remaining hair on that spot. She slowly managed to hide those spots. It looked nice. She went college. She was talking with her friends. When suddenly her hairs came in her hand while pulling it, she was shocked. Her fear was confirmed. She was really pulling her hair due to her habit. It was worst. She sensed one that she must not repeat that habit. She started searching for her needful other things. There were plenty things which she wanted but still not available for her. She needed proper textbook since bell rang and she had sit on desk. She started going it fast. During she looked her hair in such speed that bunch of hair came in her hands. She looked around. She was so scared that some one would notice it. She kept looking around. She just didn't find those hairs in that much good condition. She could see that her hair were getting damaged by her habit and she knew some where in her heart that if she got bald then it hardly going to be hidden from other. She finally sat on seat and her friend joined her. She just kept pulling her hair. When her professor started looking at her, Professor " What are you doing? You must not pull your hair like that you will hurt yourself." She was so ashamed whole class was looking at her. She had to stood up. But still she kept pulling her hairs. It was so frustrating. She kept sensing that she needed to pull her hair. She just didn't stop. Whole class was looking at her in strange way. Professor " What are you doing? Just stop it now. You are not permitted to do that in my class. So stop pulling them. I just hate this." Parul nodded. But she couldn't control her hand. She tried. It was horrible. Her teacher started screaming she wanted to stop it but she couldn't it was so wrong. She needed to correct it. She started apologizing while crying. Suddenly her teacher sensed some thing was wrong. Her Professor " Okay Okay relax. Now don't sit. Relax. No need to cry like that. You are no longer small child. You are a college going girl who must need to understand things properly in life. You need to take proper decision. You need to understand world." Then professor turned to all." This is not just for Parul. But it is for all." She turned towards Parul. " You can sit now." Then she started talking to all. Professor then began big lecture that how did they supposed to change their habits. Then slowly Parul's friend came near Parul. She forcibly took Parul's hand out of hair. Parul screamed. Then she saw bunch of hair in her hand. Her friend looked scared. Her friend " Parul stop this or you will manage to pull all your hairs." Parul nodded but in few moment her hand was once again in her hair. Her friend looked at her with frustration but then she turned her attention back to her book. Her friends sensed that she couldn't help Parul. She began to concentrate. Whole time even while hearing those lectures she kept playing with hair. She knew that she was pulling hairs but she didn't care. She just needed it. She managed to get ahead with that day. It was hard since she could see that every one was looking at her hand that was playing with her hairs again and again. It was so worst. Some even tried to convince her to take out her hand. She couldn't.
When Parul came home, Yashoda was shocked. Parul managed to pull too much hair on that day. All hair were out of place while doing that she forgot that bald spot immediately. She managed to show it. She sensed it was worst for Yashoda. Yashoda was so shocked by this. But she started to try to control it. Then she began to give artificial smile. Parul " Why are you laughing like that on me? Don't you feel shame in it? You are laughing on your daughter. You are laughing on my handicap."This was shocking for her. Yashoda was so confused. She was not laughing on her but she was scared. "No..No..I am not laughing." Then Parul hugged her and started crying. " Mom I am losing my hair." " But why don't you just stop pulling them? I mean it is easy." " No..No..Mom it is not. My hand just kept going towards them." " Now why do you say like that? Just say that you will do it and then you can able to do that. I am sure you will get over it." Parul started crying in her Yashoda's arms. " I tired Mom." Then she told slowly every thing to her. Parul " I have to hide it. I mean if I play with hairs, people might taunt me." " But if you control your habit." But Yashoda noticed that Parul's hand was already in her hairs. It was turning into serious problem. It seemed as if Parul was not relaxing at all in her mind. She just kept thinking every time with one side. She just kept thinking that Parul would do it. She just never understood one thought that what was going on with her daughter's life. Until now she managed to screamed on Parul every time, she played with her hairs. But still she just kept getting angry on every point. She never understood intensity of their trouble. She never felt that it would reach to this extreme stage. She could clearly see those effect on each point. Yashoda sensed that Parul's trouble was not easy. Yashoda " Now whenever I scream your name just stop it. Okay." Parul " Fine." Yashoda " Stop it." Parul nodded. She literatlly had to drag out her hand with will power. But she was glad that this time she didn't needed another hand to take it out. She felt that it was getting worst at every step. Parul was feeling so much worst feel from mind. She started to feel she just couldn't control. Parul screamed " Forget it Mom." She once again started pulling hair. She ran in room to hide it. She started to looking at her reflection. Her hair were reducing from that point. She could sense it. But she wanted to pull them. She no longer even sensed those pains. She just wanted to pull them. Then suddenly Yashoda started knocking on door. Yashoda " Parul what are you doing? I want to come in. Why did you lock door?" " Why? To laugh on me." " I was not laughing on you. I just gave you smile and you can easily hide that spot." Parul started crying. But she sensed that Yashoda would not give up until she didn't open door so she just opened it. Yashoda " Just relax. Let me take a look." Yashoda looked at her hair. She could see clear damage. It was clear that she couldn't grow hair on that spot and there was also many swellings and blood marks on those spots. Yashoda sensed one thing that Parul was hiding that spot for many days. She might not had sensed it herself but it was old and hair growth was already stopped there. But she could see beginning of further trouble there. She could see that hair growth was even reducing in other parts due to it. She needed to remove her habit. If she didn't then she might go bald. It was really scary thought but she could sensed that it could be true about Parul. Even when Yashoda was looking in head, Parul was trying to pull hairs. It was getting worst for Yashoda. She knew that she had to do something. But she didn't understood what. She just consoled Parul " Don't worry. It will go away." Parul just nodded then she went back to study.
As days started to went ahead. Parul started to understand those effects. She began to wear a hat on her head to hide those troubles and protect her hair. But she just kept taking out her hat. People were looking at her with suspicion. They could easily saw that her hair were falling. Some started to assume that she had some serious sickness while most of students just loved to joke about it. Parul was so nervous. She kept looking in book whole time. She hardly talked with any one. She just began to remain happy by staying with herself. She had many friends but since this happened she started avoiding to go out with them. This clearly didn't created good effect on her friends. They started to get friendly with each other but not with her. Since they all had some topic in common while she was one person who didn't know any thing about it. She just kept studying hard. But she was also crying on nights. Yashoda sensed it. Yashoda just didn't know what she supposed to do. Her husband hardly seemed to interested in matters of home. When Yashoda told him about their daughter getting bald, he started laughing. He just did't sense any seriousness in it. It was so wrong. Finally one day Yashoda called her friend whose husband was doctor and told every thing to her. Her friend " Actually I don't know any thing about it. But I can say one thing that you must go to Doctor. You can't take this things such lightly. I give you number of my husband." She took it then she called him and took appointment. Parul didn't objected going. In fact she looked happy. She wanted to visit a Doctor and finish this. Then they went there. Doctor observed Parul for few seconds and said " She just kept pulling her hair. It is wrong for her health. Just imagine. What will happen if she kept doing like that? One day her wound would get infected. You need to cut all her hairs to stop her. Think about this do you want this way?" Parul started crying. Yashoda started consoling her. Doctor" No need to cry. I give you one card. Go to this Doctor. He would cure you." Yashoda took it. Yashoda was shocked. " Psychiatrist?" Parul started crying loudly. Doctor" No need to cry such loudly. No one is dying. It is normal. Many people goes to psychiatrist. They just don't confess it. Just listen to me.No need to tell any one just hide it. You and your Mom can give any excuse like walk etc. Then you took treatment. No one can understand it and your hairs will come back. I can see that on some parts they might not grow but on some part growth is there. Just go immediately or problem will be beyond repair." Parul nodded. Yashoda suggested Doctor to call that psychiatrist before them so that psychiatrist could sense their emergency. " Sorry. I can't do that. He had his schedule. You just needed to call him." Yashoda nodded. Yashoda felt so hurt. She hoped for more help but then she smiled to Parul. " Don't worry. Every thing will become fine." Parul just nodded. Then Yashoda took Parul out. They called psychiatrist and got appointment of next week. It was so hard for them. Every day Parul looked in mirror and wanted to kill herself. Yashoda was keeping watch on her. Finally that day came. They went to Doctor. They didn't told any one. When they waited outside, they were so tense. But Psychiatrist managed to relax them. He talked with Parul in details and finally psychiatrist spoke " Trichotillomania. This happens. Some times people got different habits which they didn't able to control in life. They started to lost control when they get tense. It is common in psychology." He talked in such way that slowly Parul started smiling. He explained them all. Yashoda was so happy finally it was getting over. She smiled happily. She looked out new flowers were on tree. She sensed that life was taking new turn and it was turn of happiness. She liked this sign. She wanted to stop Parul's habit and finally she found a Doctor for it. She was so happy. Finally it was over. She took breath of relief.
The End
Parul started to study her book. She began to feel so tense on one chapter. She knew that it was going to come in examination. She suddenly began to feel impulse to pull her hair. It was her one habit which seemed so natural to her. She felt so relaxed when suddenly her Mom came in room. " Parul..what are you doing? How many times I told you not play with your hair. You will damage your hair." Parul smiled. It was common talk from childhood every time Mom kept reminding her that she must not pull her hair. But she kept ignoring it. From childhood her curls used to come in her hand. They were so pretty. She started to like that touch. They were so soft. When she felt them in her hand, she started to feel so relax from inside. She started to give those effect that would have wonderful touch in life. She suddenly felt as if she was in some heaven. When her Mom looked in her room, she took out her hand from hairs. But as soon as her Mom went away, she started touching her hairs once again. She began to study that chapter. She pulled them little hard. There was pain but she felt even that pain was waking her up. Then her Mom called her. It was a signal that she must get ready to go in college. She loved her Mom. Her Mom always did every thing for her. Her Mom Yashoda was housewife but she was so smart in every thing. Whenever Parul came to her with any question, Yashoda just solved it in few minutes. Parul just had obey her order and she could reach in her college on time. She began to get ready when she took out her hand out of hair and started brushing them. She sensed a pain. She was so confused. She tried to look in mirror. She couldn't believe that she pulled her hair so much that it damaged to skin of head. It never happened before. She felt that she couldn't hurt herself. Then she looked at comb. She clearly saw blood. She sensed that her comb must be wrong. She screamed " Mom..Mom come here." Yashoda came running inside room." What happened?" " Mom look at this comb. From where did we bought it? I got hurt due to it." Mom looked at comb. " My god." She touched corners of comb. She didn't feel that it was that sharp. But then she felt that she couldn't guess. It was possible that it might have manage to hurt during combing. Yashoda " Let me check your head." Parul showed her. Yashoda saw that there was clear wounds in hair. But it seemed so strange. That a comb could create so much wound in one day. Then she thought that it was possible that it was there already and they just missed it. Yashoda " I feel that you must not brush here for few days. I can't even apply medicine here." " No..No..don't do that. You will damage my hair. They might become white due to that medicine." " Come on. Nothing like that happen. But any way I can't apply medicine here. It is not possible to do that without cutting hair. I am sure you don't want to get bald to use medicine. Do you?" Parul screamed with anger " Mom!!" Then they both started laughing. Parul just combed hair from outside and then she ran in college. While going to college. She once again began to pull her hair. She felt some pain but then she felt that it was alright. It would not hurt her that much. She started feeling pains.But still she was enjoying it. She just loved that feeling of pulling her hair. It managed to reduce her so much tension. She just pulled them again. But this time she just screamed. Auto driver asked " What happened madam? Why did you pull your hairs?" " Nothing. Just some thing is stuck there." Now she stared pulling them slowly but she knew one thing that she just wanted to pull them at least for few days until her examination was not over. She needed to keep her habit to reduce her tension. She decided that she might change her curl. She found another. She felt little comfortable but not that much. But she decided that she would not pull her hair again today. She didn't want to scream before her friends.
Parul went inside class. She started talking with her friend. She began to act in normal way. She started chatting with her friends. She began to act normally. She began to chat with her friends in nice way. She began to chat with her friends. She was relaxed. She began to chat with them all. She didn't sense when she started pulling her hairs again. She started understanding that those pains are no longer hurting her. She was relaxed with them. In fact whenever she felt tense. She wanted to pull hair. She started studying chapters. She began to pull her hair when she began to sense one thought. She needed to relax when she pulled her hair. She began to sense that habit was refreshing for her. She felt that she might not scream. Slowly she just began that pain was not hurting her that much. She started going ahead with her day in normal way. Whole day she just kept working on chapters. It was so important. She just kept concentrating on it. She knew that her wound would vanish when she changed that comb. So she came back home. Mom gave her new comb. Some thing which was soft and couldn't harm her hairs. She just loved that comb. But still she felt pain when she combed it. She assumed that it would go away. But as days started going ahead she sensed that her head always kept paining. That wound was not going away. Parul " Mom it is still there." "What?" " Didn't I tell you about that pain on my head? It was so irritating. You can't even remember my basic troubles. What's wrong with you Mom? Don't you love me any more?" "It's not like that. I just assume that it will go away." "Assume Mom? Don't you feel need to ask me? I can't check it in my hair, can I?" " I know..I know..I am sorry. I just forgot. Let me see." Yashoda looked confused. " I just don't understand how can a comb hurt you so much?" " Come on. Can't you see it? It is hurting me." " I don't think so. I feel it might be your habit of pulling hair that hurting you." " Are you suggesting me? That I have pulled my hair so much that I manage to hurt my head?" Yashoda was confuse imherd from heart. It seemed like totally wrong fact but still it was true fact. Yashoda " I don't mean you are pulling them. I mean it is possible that you were hurt but now you are pulling so.."" Mom stop blaming me. It is just that comb. It is all happening due to that comb." "Fine. I have changed it." "But it don't work." "So.."" So? Find another comb." Yashoda nodded. But she was so confused. She didn't understand what kind of comb needed. But she decided that she might bought new comb collection. Yashoda " I got a idea. I will buy a large comb collection of all combs and brushes." Parul smiled. She liked this idea. Her Mom always helped her on every point. She knew that tomorrow when her Mom bought collections of comb. She could choose comb of right style on every point. She started searching combs which would suit her hair. She went happily in her room. Yashoda immediately went for shopping in market. She started searching for proper set. She started choosing comb. Finally she took ten combs of different style. When she came back, she called Parul. Parul searched one nice comb out of them. Yashoda knew that it was softest comb. Actually it was one brush which made to learn delicate items. But she thought that it would be okay if Parul liked it. After all it was question of few days when her wounds would go away then she could easily comb with normal comb. So she gave it to Parul. She thought that this problem was over and Parul thought same thing. Parul was so happy. So life began to move ahead normally.
As days went ahead Parul started sensing that her troubles were not reduced. Her hair were reducing from one part. She looked at them. She was getting bald on that spot. She was so confused. At beginning she thought that it was imagination.Then she watched carefully. It was true. She was getting bald on that spot. Then she understood that she was really taking out her hairs from that spot. She was so tense that some one would sense it. She was still pulling her hair which started to give those moves which started to relax her. She began to give those happy touch to her mind. She started to sense that bald look could be adjusted. But she felt just one thing that she needed full relaxation which she get by pulling her hair. She slowly took her remaining hair on that spot. She slowly managed to hide those spots. It looked nice. She went college. She was talking with her friends. When suddenly her hairs came in her hand while pulling it, she was shocked. Her fear was confirmed. She was really pulling her hair due to her habit. It was worst. She sensed one that she must not repeat that habit. She started searching for her needful other things. There were plenty things which she wanted but still not available for her. She needed proper textbook since bell rang and she had sit on desk. She started going it fast. During she looked her hair in such speed that bunch of hair came in her hands. She looked around. She was so scared that some one would notice it. She kept looking around. She just didn't find those hairs in that much good condition. She could see that her hair were getting damaged by her habit and she knew some where in her heart that if she got bald then it hardly going to be hidden from other. She finally sat on seat and her friend joined her. She just kept pulling her hair. When her professor started looking at her, Professor " What are you doing? You must not pull your hair like that you will hurt yourself." She was so ashamed whole class was looking at her. She had to stood up. But still she kept pulling her hairs. It was so frustrating. She kept sensing that she needed to pull her hair. She just didn't stop. Whole class was looking at her in strange way. Professor " What are you doing? Just stop it now. You are not permitted to do that in my class. So stop pulling them. I just hate this." Parul nodded. But she couldn't control her hand. She tried. It was horrible. Her teacher started screaming she wanted to stop it but she couldn't it was so wrong. She needed to correct it. She started apologizing while crying. Suddenly her teacher sensed some thing was wrong. Her Professor " Okay Okay relax. Now don't sit. Relax. No need to cry like that. You are no longer small child. You are a college going girl who must need to understand things properly in life. You need to take proper decision. You need to understand world." Then professor turned to all." This is not just for Parul. But it is for all." She turned towards Parul. " You can sit now." Then she started talking to all. Professor then began big lecture that how did they supposed to change their habits. Then slowly Parul's friend came near Parul. She forcibly took Parul's hand out of hair. Parul screamed. Then she saw bunch of hair in her hand. Her friend looked scared. Her friend " Parul stop this or you will manage to pull all your hairs." Parul nodded but in few moment her hand was once again in her hair. Her friend looked at her with frustration but then she turned her attention back to her book. Her friends sensed that she couldn't help Parul. She began to concentrate. Whole time even while hearing those lectures she kept playing with hair. She knew that she was pulling hairs but she didn't care. She just needed it. She managed to get ahead with that day. It was hard since she could see that every one was looking at her hand that was playing with her hairs again and again. It was so worst. Some even tried to convince her to take out her hand. She couldn't.
When Parul came home, Yashoda was shocked. Parul managed to pull too much hair on that day. All hair were out of place while doing that she forgot that bald spot immediately. She managed to show it. She sensed it was worst for Yashoda. Yashoda was so shocked by this. But she started to try to control it. Then she began to give artificial smile. Parul " Why are you laughing like that on me? Don't you feel shame in it? You are laughing on your daughter. You are laughing on my handicap."This was shocking for her. Yashoda was so confused. She was not laughing on her but she was scared. "No..No..I am not laughing." Then Parul hugged her and started crying. " Mom I am losing my hair." " But why don't you just stop pulling them? I mean it is easy." " No..No..Mom it is not. My hand just kept going towards them." " Now why do you say like that? Just say that you will do it and then you can able to do that. I am sure you will get over it." Parul started crying in her Yashoda's arms. " I tired Mom." Then she told slowly every thing to her. Parul " I have to hide it. I mean if I play with hairs, people might taunt me." " But if you control your habit." But Yashoda noticed that Parul's hand was already in her hairs. It was turning into serious problem. It seemed as if Parul was not relaxing at all in her mind. She just kept thinking every time with one side. She just kept thinking that Parul would do it. She just never understood one thought that what was going on with her daughter's life. Until now she managed to screamed on Parul every time, she played with her hairs. But still she just kept getting angry on every point. She never understood intensity of their trouble. She never felt that it would reach to this extreme stage. She could clearly see those effect on each point. Yashoda sensed that Parul's trouble was not easy. Yashoda " Now whenever I scream your name just stop it. Okay." Parul " Fine." Yashoda " Stop it." Parul nodded. She literatlly had to drag out her hand with will power. But she was glad that this time she didn't needed another hand to take it out. She felt that it was getting worst at every step. Parul was feeling so much worst feel from mind. She started to feel she just couldn't control. Parul screamed " Forget it Mom." She once again started pulling hair. She ran in room to hide it. She started to looking at her reflection. Her hair were reducing from that point. She could sense it. But she wanted to pull them. She no longer even sensed those pains. She just wanted to pull them. Then suddenly Yashoda started knocking on door. Yashoda " Parul what are you doing? I want to come in. Why did you lock door?" " Why? To laugh on me." " I was not laughing on you. I just gave you smile and you can easily hide that spot." Parul started crying. But she sensed that Yashoda would not give up until she didn't open door so she just opened it. Yashoda " Just relax. Let me take a look." Yashoda looked at her hair. She could see clear damage. It was clear that she couldn't grow hair on that spot and there was also many swellings and blood marks on those spots. Yashoda sensed one thing that Parul was hiding that spot for many days. She might not had sensed it herself but it was old and hair growth was already stopped there. But she could see beginning of further trouble there. She could see that hair growth was even reducing in other parts due to it. She needed to remove her habit. If she didn't then she might go bald. It was really scary thought but she could sensed that it could be true about Parul. Even when Yashoda was looking in head, Parul was trying to pull hairs. It was getting worst for Yashoda. She knew that she had to do something. But she didn't understood what. She just consoled Parul " Don't worry. It will go away." Parul just nodded then she went back to study.
As days started to went ahead. Parul started to understand those effects. She began to wear a hat on her head to hide those troubles and protect her hair. But she just kept taking out her hat. People were looking at her with suspicion. They could easily saw that her hair were falling. Some started to assume that she had some serious sickness while most of students just loved to joke about it. Parul was so nervous. She kept looking in book whole time. She hardly talked with any one. She just began to remain happy by staying with herself. She had many friends but since this happened she started avoiding to go out with them. This clearly didn't created good effect on her friends. They started to get friendly with each other but not with her. Since they all had some topic in common while she was one person who didn't know any thing about it. She just kept studying hard. But she was also crying on nights. Yashoda sensed it. Yashoda just didn't know what she supposed to do. Her husband hardly seemed to interested in matters of home. When Yashoda told him about their daughter getting bald, he started laughing. He just did't sense any seriousness in it. It was so wrong. Finally one day Yashoda called her friend whose husband was doctor and told every thing to her. Her friend " Actually I don't know any thing about it. But I can say one thing that you must go to Doctor. You can't take this things such lightly. I give you number of my husband." She took it then she called him and took appointment. Parul didn't objected going. In fact she looked happy. She wanted to visit a Doctor and finish this. Then they went there. Doctor observed Parul for few seconds and said " She just kept pulling her hair. It is wrong for her health. Just imagine. What will happen if she kept doing like that? One day her wound would get infected. You need to cut all her hairs to stop her. Think about this do you want this way?" Parul started crying. Yashoda started consoling her. Doctor" No need to cry. I give you one card. Go to this Doctor. He would cure you." Yashoda took it. Yashoda was shocked. " Psychiatrist?" Parul started crying loudly. Doctor" No need to cry such loudly. No one is dying. It is normal. Many people goes to psychiatrist. They just don't confess it. Just listen to me.No need to tell any one just hide it. You and your Mom can give any excuse like walk etc. Then you took treatment. No one can understand it and your hairs will come back. I can see that on some parts they might not grow but on some part growth is there. Just go immediately or problem will be beyond repair." Parul nodded. Yashoda suggested Doctor to call that psychiatrist before them so that psychiatrist could sense their emergency. " Sorry. I can't do that. He had his schedule. You just needed to call him." Yashoda nodded. Yashoda felt so hurt. She hoped for more help but then she smiled to Parul. " Don't worry. Every thing will become fine." Parul just nodded. Then Yashoda took Parul out. They called psychiatrist and got appointment of next week. It was so hard for them. Every day Parul looked in mirror and wanted to kill herself. Yashoda was keeping watch on her. Finally that day came. They went to Doctor. They didn't told any one. When they waited outside, they were so tense. But Psychiatrist managed to relax them. He talked with Parul in details and finally psychiatrist spoke " Trichotillomania. This happens. Some times people got different habits which they didn't able to control in life. They started to lost control when they get tense. It is common in psychology." He talked in such way that slowly Parul started smiling. He explained them all. Yashoda was so happy finally it was getting over. She smiled happily. She looked out new flowers were on tree. She sensed that life was taking new turn and it was turn of happiness. She liked this sign. She wanted to stop Parul's habit and finally she found a Doctor for it. She was so happy. Finally it was over. She took breath of relief.
The End
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