It was the bane of my Sunday mornings as a child. My mum would come into the living room – where I'd be enthralled by Sabrina the Teenage Witch on TV – with a green bottle of Dabur Vatika Coconut Hair Oil bobbing around in a bowl of hot water. If you grew up in a South Asian household, you likely know the drill.
I'd sit on the floor while my mum rubbed, massaged and patted the melted oil onto my scalp and down the lengths of my hair until it was soaked. Each session finished with me sporting a glistening, slickedback