After a few cuts her and there she puts a cap on my head and pullsstrands of hair though it then puts some kind of paste onto it, a timeris set then I...'m left to sit there. Finally the timer rings and thewoman returns washes my hair Again then removes the cap. She then blowdries my hair while combing it. After the woman finishes another womancomes over with a cart full of brushes jars bottles and objects.This woman explains that she's going to give me a makeover for my photoshoot (what photo. I came in from boundary wall and sate on a gallery window. Both of them were sitting on bed and were chatting. She was now in a pink Saree and I was able to hear their conversation.Raj: Didi what you will gift me on occasion of my new job.Saroj: What you want Bhai (Brother).Raj: Promise you will give me.Saroj: Yes Bhai, ask anything, your didi has a lot of money.Raj: Didi, do you remember, I was ten when your son was born.Saroj: Of course Bhai. Your Jijju (Sister in Law) was away duringthose. When she was at school, she was all business, sporting a very conservative, no-nonsense look: straight skirts or slacks, low heels or pumps. Island weather didn't leave room for a jacket, so she stayed with simple blouses or polo shirts. Being on a home study program, her visits were really only to check in, test, or do lab work she couldn't do at home anyway. The polo shirts went just as well with her casual look, usually matched with board shorts of varying lengths. As for beachwear ... I'd. . or now. So relax, and let us wash you."The acolytes, who had undressed during Sister Anyas' "inspection", took me by the wrists and led me down the steps into the bath. When my feet sank into the water, I silently thanked the Mother, because it was blessedly hot. As the water slid up my thighs, I let out a sigh of contentment. If I could have use of this tub every night, I would happily join the priestesshood.They held me still as Sister Anya finished undressing and joined us. As she waded.