Monsoon Ritual With A Virgin Village Girl
A late evening I was invited to a feast by a neighbour, my only friend in my maternal ancestral village. I was indicated to freshen up and wear a formal dhoti for the ceremony. I was here in this village after almost two decades due to the demise of my maternal Aunt, beloved. It was a brisk walk as my neighbour walked me along the village towards our Coconut farm. We entered an old modest house inside the farm, where I was introduced to its caretaker. We were shown our way to the dining room...