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work out much and talking on the phone doesn’t leave much impact on her mind. Delhi has hot and sexy girls. Try your chance. And who knows, you might get a chance to take one to bed too.’ He smirked. I felt like punching his face.
    ‘Wow. I mean, how? I just need to go to the road and when I find any beautiful girl and I should start talking to her, isn’t it? And then the slaps following will surely lose their count.’
    ‘No. I mean, visit new places. Join some club. Or go to pubs. These are the best places to meet new girls. And yes, before going there, do one more thing. Get a facial and all and yes, change your hairstyle. Your current hairstyle is perfect for an interview or job but get a sexy look.’
    ‘Which style?’
    ‘How do I know? Visit a parlour and they will take care of your look. Don’t sound boring and look boring.’
    ‘Yes, boss.’ And we both started laughing.

5
    ANIS UNISEX PARLOUR. SUCH a contradictory name. Perhaps this is how people in Delhi imbibed metrosexuality into words and attitudes. It was the weekend and in my quest for a better parlour, I landed at Anis. On that line of the road I could see many other parlours as well but then I decided on Anis, speculating on its interesting name and noticing the number of people flocking inside.
    I pushed open the glass door and the strong scent of musk pushed its way up my nostrils. A girl stood in the doorway against the portrait of a shirtless chap flaunting his extra-wavy hair and muscles. She was the receptionist and looked quite inviting. ‘How may I help you, sir?’ She had a thick, accented voice. She smiled into a perfect crescent, showing a radiant set of teeth. I gulped. My feet were giving away.
    As I began to speak, I felt my tongue rolling against my palate and ended up fumbling. After a moment of silence I took control and managed to speak, ‘I am here for a haircut and a facial.’
    She smiled. Probably thinking that I looked like another desperate wannabe!
    Then she said, ‘Okay, great! I would request you to wait here for a few minutes. All our hairdressers are serving other customers.’
    ‘Okay.’ She showed me down a well-lit corridor. The walls were pasted with posters of men and women with similar extra-wavy hair and showing the right muscles and curves. I walked to the corner seat lounge. All other seats at the other end of the waiting lounge were occupied with girls. Almost all of them looked the same. Or perhaps it was my eyes. All of them were sexy with glistening legs. I cursed under my breath, ‘What the fuck! What more do they need. Why at have they come here at all?’ It was absurd. All were decked to perfection and looked as if they had already had whatever nose job or pout job was to be done. Honestly, girls in Delhi have nothing else to do and are obsessed with beautifying themselves. At a certain point I did contemplate on falling in love with such a girl who would spend twenty hours of the day in the parlour itself but then maybe I didn’t want that. I was just being desperate; as Gaurav said, I needed to get laid, that’s all. The sofa in the lounge was so soft that I almost slipped into its depths and it made a squeaky sound. Some girls turned around and smiled. I smiled back meekly, thinking that I had lost my chance with any of them. I must be looking like a dumbass!
    When I had had enough of staring at the girls, I lay there sinking deeper into the seat and ruminating like a hungry cow. I had nothing to do at this hour and the line was never-ending. The customers were not ready to move out of their seats. After every facial another pedicure was lined up and then some steam therapy. Spa, yes, that’s what they call it. It was taking an eternity. I tried to pick up a magazine and flip through its pages. It didn’t interest me in the least. Just then a guy came out from inside one of the chambers. He had a chiselled face with muscles cutting into his electric-red T-shirt. His face glittered like