My Journey: New Start

Please read the previous parts to understand this story click on the name of previous part to read it My Journey: Annual day 10 Final

After the annual day was over, I slept soundly, feeling relieved and happy. Sunday arrived, and since I had no plans, I let myself sleep in. When I finally got up, I took a bath and then went into my mother’s room, still wrapped in my towel.

When my mom came in and saw me, she asked with a smile, "Why are you sitting here in your towel?"

I replied, half-joking, "Where is my saree?"

She laughed softly and said, "The annual day is over, and you don’t need to wear a saree anymore."

Her words reminded me that the exciting event was really over. I went back to my room and changed into my regular t-shirt and shorts, but a part of me missed the feel of the saree. It had been so comfortable and felt special.

After breakfast, my father had already gone to the studio to practice Yakshagana, leaving the house quiet. I spent most of the day watching TV, trying to enjoy the lazy Sunday.

Later, my father came home looking worried. He talked to my mom quietly, and I could see something was wrong. Curious and a bit worried, I sat nearby, waiting for some explanation.

Eventually, my father called me over. He told me, "Starting next week, you’ll need to come to the studio for Yakshagana practice."

Surprised, I asked, "But the annual day is over. Why should I practice?"

He looked at me seriously and said, "Ajay Sir is very sick. He has cancer, and we need someone ready to step in for him. You won’t be forced to come because you’re in 10th grade and need to study, but your help would be appreciated."

The news about Ajay Sir hit me hard. I nodded, promising to think about it, feeling both sad and honored by the responsibility.

That week, I couldn’t stop thinking about Ajay Sir. I wanted to talk to him, but I felt shy and unsure.

The next day, my father got a call from his office saying he needed to go to Hyderabad for training. He agreed, packed quickly, and caught a train the next day. I slept while he left early in the morning.

On Monday, I got ready for school, ate breakfast, and headed out. When I came back, I noticed my mother looking sad as she sewed a blouse. I asked her what was wrong.

She sighed and said, "I miss seeing my daughter. Last month was really special."

Hearing that, I decided to cheer her up. I went to her room and grabbed a pink color saree, a green blouse, and the matching undergarments. I dressed carefully, first putting on the bra and panties, then tying the petticoat. I made sure the saree was perfectly draped, with neat pleats tucked into the petticoat and the pallu pinned neatly over my shoulder. I put on the wig and combed it until it looked right.

Then I went to my mom and asked, "Can you do my makeup?"

Her face lit up when she saw me. She kissed my forehead and said, "My daughter is back. Let’s make you look beautiful."

She guided me to the mirror and began applying makeup. She started with a moisturizer, followed by foundation to even out my skin. Next, she used concealer to cover any blemishes, then applied a soft blush on my cheeks. She lined my eyes with eyeliner and added eyeshadow that made my eyes stand out. Finally, she carefully put on lipstick, choosing a shade that matched the saree.

Looking in the mirror, I was amazed. The reflection showed a beautiful transformation. I looked like the character I had portrayed at the annual day.

Afterward, my mom and I spent time in the kitchen, where she taught me to cook. Later, we watched TV together, enjoying the time we spent. When night came, I went to bed still wearing the saree, feeling comforted by its familiar feel.

As I drifted off to sleep, I thought about how special the day had been, grateful for the time with my mom and the memories we had created.

Sorry for the delay i was bit busy with work so i could not write the story please leave your comments and suggestions so that i can improve the story.