The comb, an everyday object that
lies neglected all the time. Except when we are in the mood to sort out the
complexities of our mane. There could be a lot more to this object. But we
hardly look at it or not look at it in any other way.
An ordinary wide-toothed comb made
of plastic is as smooth as the surface of an expensive marble slab. In fact,
with closed eyes, it is hard to even distinguish one surface from the other.
Hold it in one way; its shape reminds you of a gun or a murder weapon of some
sort. Hold it differently and you feel music. The teeth seem to have a rhythm
of their own. And as you run your fingers on them, it reminds you of the
strings of a guitar. Only thicker, stiffer. But similar in character
nonetheless. It makes you smile.
The comb smells nothing. Not even
of hair oil or shampoo. It is unexpected and strange. You continue sniffing in
hopes of meeting a familiar scent on it but that doesn’t really happen. It is
just as neutral as pure water. With that, you come back to the teeth. They are
more interesting. They feel relaxing, like an acupressure session. The tips
feel even better. Who knew a comb could be a good way to soothe a muscle ache
or a sprained wrist?
And then you hold the handle as if
it were a ruler. Those geometry classes come to you in flashes. Another
unrelated surprise. There seems to be so much wrapped up inside this little
object. So much to reveal and that too with closed eyes. It is true that
sometimes, we see better in the dark or have a better observation when we don’t
see anything at all.
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