stop this asia rollercoaster

I vowed never to dye my hair. I'd wear my grey proudly, I said, like a testament to natural living and pride in my age, experience and accomplishments. Then came the morning, about five years ago, when I actually found a few of those unsightly strands. They seemed to pop up overnight, striping my dark brown mane and mocking my resolve. I kissed my pride goodbye and made a beeline for the hairdresser.