Feeble yet proficient, her hands executed the romance of comb with tresses. Separating, solving and sifting down the locks; these were her moments of alleviation. Hair then parted into three, weaved into a braid, were rolled up and above the nape of the neck. Hitting the same spot every time, it was then supported by pins. As she began pinning it, it seemed as if the pins had learnt their positions and needed her lift only for the earthly world.