Childhood Memories: Part 00 – Demise of the Indian Barber Shop
Don’t think any Malaysians from my generation had not been to an Indian barber in the neighbourhood. Image (Source)
My first experience of going to a barber was back in the old neighbourhood where the barber was actually the neighbour who lived in the same row of houses like us. Being a good friend of my dad, he often cut our hair as short as possible even though we tried our best to get him to cut in the latest styles.
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