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A LESSON FROM MOM

 Once there was a mischievous 10-year-old boy named Rohan. He lived in a small Indian village with his mother and father. Despite his parents' efforts to discipline him, Rohan was always getting into trouble. He would sneak out of the house at night to play with his friends, or cause mischief in the village.

                                                                  
    Rohan with his mom


One day, his mother had had enough. She decided to teach Rohan a lesson in humility and discipline. She forced him to dress as a traditional Indian girl, complete with long hair extensions, flower garlands, and a half saree.

                          Rohan hair style 

Rohan was mortified. He begged his mother to stop, but she was firm. She told him that he needed to learn the importance of respecting traditions and being disciplined. She also made him learn bharatanatyam, a traditional Indian dance form, in the girl form.

       Rohan in bharatanatyam dance dress

Rohan was sent to the parlour every day for makeup and to have his hair styled. He was also forced to wear earrings and a nose ring, which he hated. He felt like a freak and was ridiculed by his friends and classmates.

His mother also took him to the temple every day as a girl, where he was forced to perform puja and offer flowers to the gods. Rohan felt humiliated and embarrassed, but he had no choice but to comply.
       Rohan dressed as girl to go to temple 

To make matters worse, his mother decided to do a puberty ceremony for him. Rohan was horrified at the thought of being treated like a girl in front of the entire village. But on the day of the ceremony, he was surrounded by girls of his age who helped him dress in a lehanga and put mehendi on his hands and feet. He was also made to wear hair ornaments and other traditional girl's accessories.
                  Rohan At his puberty ceremony 

Rohan hated every minute of it. He felt like a complete outsider and was embarrassed to be seen in public dressed as a girl. But through this experience, he learned the value of discipline and respect for traditions

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This story is purely fictional and does not encourage any hatred or doesn't mean to hurt anyone. If the owners of the images want me to take down, I will respect it and takedown the images

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