It started like every other monsoon day in Ahmedabad.
Sky full of drama. Roads full of water. Hair full of betrayal.
I had plans, okay? Coffee near Law Garden, maybe a cute selfie at Riverfront.
But no—my freshly blow-dried hair puffed up the second I stepped out near CG Road like it felt threatened by moisture.
By the time I reached Law Garden, my hair had reached new altitudes.
I called my usual salon aunty in Paldi—guess what she said?
“Madam, aaj nahi hoga. Light chali gayi.”
Of course it did. Of. Course.
At that point, I wasn’t even mad. I just opened Trakky, picked the nearest salon with good reviews, and booked a protein hair spa + monsoon facial combo like the desperate, frizzy queen I was.
No calls. No “kab aana hai?”
Just scroll → click → self-respect restored.
And babe, the moment that hot towel touched my head… I swear something shifted.
My hair went from “I’ve been through things” to “she has a routine.”
My face? Glowing.
Moral of the story?
Ahmedabad rains might ruin your OOTD, but they don’t get to ruin your glow-up.
Just let Trakky handle the bookings, and let the salon staff handle your emotional damage.
Now excuse me while I go take mirror selfies and act like I wasn’t fighting humidity an hour ago