From Medusa to Medulla
Time flew. The snakes on Medusa’s hair got tired of unable to moult and shrivelled in their multiple and unused moults and died. Medusa herself was not in great health and tottered to the Gorgon sisters and whispered, ‘I’ll soon be gone. Be gone forever my friends. You know my story and you also know...
Even a single hair casts its shadow
It was one of those low-pressure days at the office. A warm sun asked its rays to gently shuffle in through the closed window panes hoping this might help the people inside deal with the biting December cold of Delhi. I was sitting with the visiting team from a friendly daily who wanted some confirmation...
‘Hair! Hair!’ said the head and held a dove to signal peace!
There is no myth that I have encountered anywhere or any time about doves flying in to rescue balding heads but yes, hair has certainly always been a major obsession with most of humanity. The title of this article is a pun and the dove held high is a symbol of hair care that civilization...
