"Anil you lucky bastard," A man among a group of four teased the guy named Anil by rubbing his fist on Anil's head.
"Hey don't," Anil tried to resist his colleague's fist but his attempts were in vain.
A minute later, Anil was glaring at the man because of whom a few strands of his hair broke.
"Why are you glaring at me like that? It's just a few strands," Mark replied casually.
"It might be a few strands for you but for me, they are my life!" Anil rebuked.
He took out his phone and looked at his head with his front camera.
He was suffering from partial baldness and was very sensitive about his hair.
"Just shave it off. You'll look a lot better," Luther suggested.
"Shave them off?! Are you crazy? How would you feel if I shaved that patchy moustache of yours? You've been nurturing it for a year now, Haven't you?" Anil rebuked.