On Barbershop and Haircut

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When I was a child, my dad would take me for a haircut. It was nothing special. It was just a regular thing once in every one and half months sometimes, or once in two months sometimes.

My native is a small village in the coastal part of India and I think we had only one or two barbers in the entire village. It was the 80’s and the 90's. There was no name for the shop. The name of the barber was Subraya. And that was…