About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver asked the stylist, ‘Why do you always see ghostly figures in your mirror?’ The stylist shrugged and replied, 'They're just my regulars from last night's party.' The delivery driver shook his head with a smile, thinking it was one of those days when reality gets tangled up with fantasy. As he left, he waved goodbye to a neighbor who happened to be walking by—a ghostly figure himself, according to someone else later that week.
2. In the quiet afternoon, a delivery driver parked his truck near Shanti Threading Salon and noticed something peculiar in the backseat of his van—a small wooden box wrapped in colorful ribbons. Curious, he brought it inside, only to discover that each time someone opened the salon door, the box seemed to hum softly, as if trying to communicate its secrets. Finally, one brave employee opened the box carefully, revealing nothing more than a tiny sewing kit with a note: ‘For your threads, love, Shanti.’ Turned out, it was just an elaborate prank from the salon’s owner, who wanted everyone to relax and enjoy their threading sessions.’
3. A curious customer once asked the stylist, ‘I’ve noticed something strange—every time I come here, my hair seems to match the flowers outside!’ The stylist smiled mysteriously and replied, ‘That’s because our flowers are actually grown from your own hair!’ A regular customer who overheard burst out laughing and exclaimed, ‘No way! That’s impossible!’ The stylist winked and said, ‘Believe what you want, but next time you visit, bring a magnifying glass—it’s fascinating!’
4. Early one autumn morning, as the sun struggled to peek above the city skyline, a delivery driver parked his truck outside Shanti Threading Salon. Something felt off—the air carried an unusual scent of jasmine and incense, though neither were usually used here. As he approached the door, he heard soft humming—someone was singing along to the radio inside. Curious, he knocked gently, but no one answered. He opened the door slightly, only to be greeted by the sight of a stylist braiding flowers into mannequin heads while humming a familiar tune. Startled, she exclaimed, ‘Oh hello! Just finishing up for the day!’ The delivery driver laughed, realizing it was almost closing time. ‘Guess I caught you on your break,’ he joked, and left with a smile, thinking maybe next time he’d bring her some real flowers.’