I was sixteen years old, going on seventeen. I have always seen and liked my Father and Uncles sporting their mustache. I was yearning for one and was looking at the mirror everyday. But no luck and my childhood dream remained a dream. I couldn't see a trace of mustache on my face. We moved to Chennai from Trichy and I joined a new school for my plus 2. One fine morning when I looked into the mirror, I had a pleasant surprise. I saw two whiskers coming out. Do I look like a cat? No, but It wasn't exactly as thick as I would have liked it to be. Nevertheless I was thrilled on seeing the first hairs on my face. Oh boy! How many years I waited for this.
There were couple of girls in my class who were real good friends with me. I wanted to celebrate my mustache (or was it whiskers) day. I called both of them and said I wanted to treat them at a nearby Cafe. They were also excited. The evening was fun though it drilled a hole in my wallet.
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