“It’s time for your lice check,” a woman who goes by “Ms. K” whispers directly into my ear as she starts running her fingers into my scalp and through each strand of hair. I’m in a dark room, Eastern ...

Fingers play lightly through your hair. The tantalizing and delicate smell of sweet orange. A soft brush traces across the ears. The prolonged ring of a singing bowl. The skin prickles with each new ...