What was I thinking?
It wasn't a sudden decision.
It wasn't a decision taken after long and careful thought.
It wasn't a decision at all.
It was an order from on high, delivered in no uncertain terms by God's Own Elder Sister, Nutan. "Stop dyeing your hair," she said.
Though she is seven years older than me, she has almost no grey herself. In anyone else, this would seem to disqualify her from dispensing advice as to whether I should dye or not. God's Elder Sister had no such qualms.
And though I thought I had decided for myself, clearly, I was wrong. Just ask Nutan.