Moving to other things, henna smells like saal leaves.
Now I will share a really shocking story. I could, if less magnanimous, had listed it as a bad secret. Bad Secret. This aunt of mine was embroiled in an absolutely useless love affair instead of studying. So she was betrayed by the dubious individual she had a tendre for. Following which, plunged in utter gloom and despair, she started tearing off all hair(and she had much)... taking thus literally the proverbial sayings involving tearing hair by roots etc. Then because of her utter failure in both academia and love and looks(she had only clumps of hair left) , she was condemned by her family though not left to die.
Then came a good samaritan in the guise of my mother who asked her to coat her scalpwith leaves of efficacious indigenous plants going by the name of mehndi and keshut. Volia!Within a few months she had hair. And a husband, for her marriage was fixed elsewhere. Which shows that the next time you disbelieve hairsay, you should be banned, chopped and garnished.
I was thinking of this unique piece of abuse the other day.
Sample khisti: With the ghee of your penis, you penis, will we make halwa of your testicles.