And so, Kalpana began that slow amble up to the idol. It was not her fault that she bled for so many days. It was not Tai-ajji’s fault that she was conditioned to believe that periods meant shunning away the woman to a dark corner. It was not aai’s fault that she felt trapped between the old generation and the new. Above all, it was not a mere coincidence that the idol was waiting on the edge of the water. He was, after all, extending his stay just for her. It was His doing that the tide had gone out and He stood stranded – He had one last devotee to bless and her promise to fulfil.
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Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a familiar sight – a large idol of Ganesha was being lugged slowly down the street as it made its way to the beach. It was her beloved Pivla-Raja. The most majestic. The most divine. The most yearned for avatar of Ganesha in Bombay. Kalpana had been unable to go see Him, but here He was gliding down to where she now stood. “Bappa you found me” whispered Kalpana in a voice that only she and her Bappa could hear, “But why did you make this happen? Why did you deny me from prostrating at your feet? Why am I being punished Bappa?” her almost silent voice, now trailed off as tears welled up in her eyes.
Continue readingIn the evening, Kalpana returned home to a sombre mood floating about the house. Tai-ajji sat in her favourite rusty chair by the window, with her eyes half-closed, muttering holy incantations as she turned the rosary beads fervently through her fingers. Aai rushed out of the kitchen, wiping her wet hands on her faded green nighty, only to meet Kalpana’s guilty eyes. “You got your period today?” Aai asked urgently and found her answer in Kalpana’s lowered eyes. “Go, go inside and have a head bath. You didn’t go to the pandals I hope!” added Aai, as Kalpana sprinted inside and straight into the bathroom.
The rest of the week brought wafts of agarbatti, steaming ukdichey modak and sizzling aloowadis. Every evening Sudya anna would regale the family over dinner about the unique Ganesha idols, the richly decorated pandals and the best prasads that were distributed across their suburb.
Continue readingKalpana woke up groggy, sticky, sweaty again. It was Ganesh Chaturthi today and she felt like fate had dealt her a nasty blow yet again. All that she wanted was to have a normal day… but perhaps the definition of normal was this, for her! She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself with the warm smell of karpoor intermingled with the Chafa flowers. The ring-ring of the bells and the jingle-jangle of the aarti cymbals did nothing to elevate the intensifying pain from the pit of her stomach. “Why today?” she muttered as she jumped out of under her blanket and checked the bed for stains.
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