Thursday Blog 11.12.14

It was her time to play with dolls. But one dawn she was scooped out of bed by her mother and settled down for hours of religious ceremonies. In the evening she was decked up like her dolls and wedded off to a boy.

Few years later she was playing with a doll, a live one, that was the first one.

Her friends of other castes were mostly still in their parent’s homes, unmarried, but she had to go through this because if she crossed nine or ten years of her life in her parent’s home without getting married, she will bring down curse upon them.

That was the price of being “high caste” woman.

thursday blog 10.4.14

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