With shaking hands Raghav picked up the razor and looked at it. He looked at himself in the mirror. So, he thought, the day had come at last- the day he has dreaded for so long. And he had to do it. There was no turning back.
Hands still shaking he put the razor against his skin. He didn't feel anything. He pressed it a little more. Nothing. A little more and moved the razor and even before he felt it, he knew the blade had tasted blood. He could feel the warm trickle of the blood on his skin and then he heard the plop as the first drop fell in the water in the sink. He looked at it as it swirled it's way towards the middle. Raghav closed his eyes.
He again looked into the mirror and saw his dad watching him. With imploring eyes he said to his father, "Help me dad!"
Grimly his father nodded his head and replied, "No son. You have to do this alone." But with a smile he added, "I remember nicking myself the first time I shaved too. You will also get the hang of it. Welcome to the adult world."
😂😂 Nice nice.