To be Clean, Keep it Clean.

        Sooner puberty knocked my door, I had the luxury of soft facial hair growth in the form of beard and mustaches. It was difficult to handle. I wasn't  prepared for it. In those days anything that pulled my mind out of books was labelled trouble. Sometimes I used a pair of scissors to trim it but the more I trimmed the better it grew. 

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Time paced too fast. I joined Police Force. A perfect clean shave was like part of my uniform. Every morning I shaved more religiously than I took bath. I don't know anything else that I have done as punctually as maintaining a clean shave on my uniform. Nothing compliments a stiff perfect fitting uniform more than a clean shave look. In the following years I developed intense love and liking for clean shave. It is by now a tradition for me to shave every morning like brushing my teeth. 

Last month I was on a month long holiday and decided to sport a stubble for a change. It was just  two days skipping of my decade long tradition of shaving. But I was already restless to handle it. I felt itchy and unclean. Un-groomed for that matter. It gave me a feeling that I am sick and unwell. It gave me a stale like feeling. My morning shower no longer convinced me that I am neat and tidy. I gave up the idea of having a stubble at that very moment and had a clean shave to regain my peace and confidence. All I know now is that I hate that unclean stubble. Nothing compares to a clean shaved face. The Police Force gave me a tradition that was indeed tough to adopt but even tougher to quit and live without. I am glad that even women feel the same. "No Shave is No bath" for a lot of women across the world.

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