1985 Indian kitchen portrait

Use my uploaded photo. Keep my face exactly as it is — same features, skin tone and age, no slimming, lightening, smoothing or beautifying, and do not age me up or down to suit the setting. Change only my hair, clothes, jewellery, pose and surroundings. Put me in an Indian kitchen in 1985: hair tied back simply in a low bun with a few strands loose at the temple, the way hair sits during housework rather than styled. A faded green cotton saree in soft everyday cloth with the pallu tucked in at the waist for practicality, small studs, thin bangles, a plain chain, a bindi and no makeup beyond a trace of kajal. I am standing at a low counter, half-turned toward the camera as if looking up mid-task, with a small unguarded smile. Around me: stainless-steel dabbas of graduated sizes on open shelves, a steel thali and tumblers stacked on a rack, a stone grinding slab in one corner, a two-burner gas stove with a blackened aluminium pan, and a small window with a metal grille. Soft daylight from that window on the left is the only light source — it falls off quickly, so my left side is gently lit and the right side of the kitchen sits in deep shadow, with hard bright specular highlights bouncing off the curved steel. No flash, no overhead light. 35mm film indoors at a slow shutter, 1985: grain, low shadow contrast, a slight warm cast, a hint of motion blur at one hand, lifted blacks. No microwave, no mixer-grinder, no modern packaging. Vertical 9:16, waist up.