India, Feb. 23 -- Every morning, I stand before the mirror, beard trimmer in hand, performing a delicate balancing act. There is stubble to be maintained. It should look "perfect"; not too long and not too short. Just the right length is, after all, the difference between deliberate and unkempt.
It recently struck me that, over time, this routine of meticulous upkeep has become a form of meditation.
There was a time when I was always clean-shaven. The routine was a sharp razor, rich lather, and a face as smooth as a fresh page. It was a habit drilled into me early: Be presentable. Look sharp. A clean-shaven face meant discipline.
For years, I didn't question the approach.
Then, at some point, the stubble made its appearance. I grew it o...