Protest Against Unclean Stubble #8

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  •        1the cut stalks of cereal plants left sticking out of the ground after the grain is harvested
  • 2short, stiff hairs growing on a man’s face when he has not shaved for a while

  • In both of the meanings, stubble is something which is left unintentionally.

  • When I typed 'stubble' on Google and hit on News, the links which popped up are related to problems being caused by stubble left or grown in fields. Another news that one will find there is how the stubble growing habits in men are causing loss to the shaving product manufacturing companies. They tried to run several campaigns to redeem their profits. One large Australian razor manufacturer offered research showing that women don't like kissing men with stubble, which sounded a little like a desperate attempt to entice men to shave. No matter where is it growing, it is only causing loss.
  • When I was in 11th standard, I had huge crush on a guy, his clean shaven look had bowled me over, I literally breathed heavily whenever he came in front of me. But one day it all got over, just because he started keeping an unclean stubble.



  • I didn't send my brother to Mr. Sharma, cause he looks like he never bath. The stubble on his face makes him look like a shabby person. How could he be a good teacher?"
"Why are you telling me these things darling? Are you saying that you hate my new look? Are you going to leave me because of this stubble?" Rihaan asked Zoya with a rattled look.

"No sweetie, I love everything you love. I want you to hate your new look and then get rid of it. Okay?" Zoya replied sarcastically, winked at him and left the room.

This post is part of Protest Against Unclean Stubble Activity in association with BlogAdda.
I'm acknowledging the tag from Someone Is Special.
I would like to tag Someone Is Special, Sreeja , and  Umamaheswari .


Comments

  1. Someone is Special29 December 2013 at 00:51

    Thanks for accepting the tag and tagging me back. I will accept your tag Aayu in the next post. I have tagged you here

    Someone is Special

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  2. Someone is Special29 December 2013 at 05:14

    Accepted the tag. Hope you will accept the pending tags :P

    Someone is Special

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