Part 3: Daily Life After Years
Years had passed since Vansh first agreed to his mother’s rules. His hair had grown long, soft, and shiny, reaching his buttocks. He never cut it but took care of it every day. His routine at home was simple but full. He had learned to manage everything himself.
Vansh woke up at seven every morning. First, he washed his face and bathed. Then he brushed his long hair carefully. On some days he applied a little oil, massaging it from roots to ends. Then he shampooed and conditioned it. After that, he combed it slowly and tied it into a neat braid that reached his lower back. Sometimes, when he wanted, he made a bun or puff, but most days it was a braid.
After his hair, he dressed himself. It was always a saree now. He chose the saree for the day, folded the pleats, tucked them neatly, draped the pallu over his shoulder, and fixed thirty or more pins to keep it in place. He put on six bangles on each hand, selected jhumkas, wore payals on his feet, and finally placed a small bindi in the center of his forehead. Everything was arranged perfectly, and he had learned to do it quickly.
After dressing, he started his chores. First, he washed the dishes, careful not to wet his braid or saree. Then he dusted the furniture, shelves, and windowsills. After that, he folded the laundry, arranging kurtis, leggings, sarees, and blouses neatly. He peeled vegetables for the day, swept and mopped the floors, and organized utensils in the kitchen. Sometimes he helped Alka Bai cook simple dishes. Every movement was careful and smooth so his saree and braid did not get in the way.
After the chores, Vansh studied for a few hours. His dummy college books were open on the table, and he focused quietly. Later in the evening, he sometimes went out in simple clothes, then returned home to change again into a saree. By night, his braid was neat, saree tidy, bangles jingling, jhumkas swaying, payals tinkling, and bindi in place.
His weekly routine was simple. He wore sarees every day now. His braid reached his buttocks, heavy but comfortable. On some days, he made a bun or puffed style. He had learned to walk, sit, and bend without disturbing the pleats, braid, or accessories. Chores, hair care, and dressing were all natural parts of his day.
Vansh no longer felt awkward or uncomfortable. Sarees, kurtis, long hair, bangles, jhumkas, payals, and bindi were now normal for him. Every chore, every braid, every pleat, every piece of jewelry reflected years of practice. He had become graceful and disciplined.
He looked at himself in the mirror sometimes. His hair was long, shiny, and smooth. His saree was neat, bangles jingling, jhumkas moving, payals ringing. The bindi was small and perfect. Vansh felt calm and satisfied. He had learned patience, care, and discipline. He moved through the house with confidence, doing all his work, managing his hair and clothes, and living his life the way his mother had taught him.
This was Vansh’s life now. He followed the rules, dressed in sarees every day, took care of his long hair, did all household chores, and studied. It was simple, quiet, and steady. Years of routine had made it easy. He had become graceful and strong. Vansh was proud of the life he had built for himself.
And so, he lived like this—long hair tied in braid, saree neat, bangles, jhumkas, payals, and bindi in place, doing his chores with care, studying, and moving quietly around the house. He had grown into a calm, disciplined, and confident young man. The routine was now part of him, and he felt complete and satisfied with his life.
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