Funny Children Adventures

In Varanasi we were sitting watching the world go by when a group of children cam to talk to us. After lots of talking about our sunglasses and which country we were from they started talking about how short our hair was. A few minutes later, two of them started to discuss my hair quite intensely. They were looking, discussing, then laughing. Thinking of how many times people have laughed at us for being white, I wrongly assumed that they were bedazzled by any stray blonde hairs that I had. A few seconds later and they had delved in and were scratching around as if I had nits. By now I was feeling a little uneasy. More laughing. Erm? One of them plucked. Ouch. I'd say about a ten year old girl was stood in front of me, laughing and displaying to me one beautifully grey strand of hair. So I travel half-way around the world and people are still laughing at me for going grey this early in life. The two children then continued to laugh and pull grey hairs out of my head and brandish them in front of me, as if I needed to be reminded that there really are that many on my head.