A quick background for this one: in India, instead of wedding rings, many women wear a necklace called a mangalsutra, which signifies they’re married. It can be super elaborate or fairly simple,single or multistranded, depending on personal tastes.
So when I was around three, I went to India with my parents, and we were visiting my dad’s sister, my atya. He mother in law was visiting too. So while I was in the city with my grandma and my aunts, who all wore a single stranded mangalsutra, my three year old logic decided that one strand=one husband.Then I saw my aunt’s mother in law wearing a mangalsutra with five strands.
The gears started turning in my little head. In my piercing, high pitched little voice, I asked her, “Do you have FIVE husbands?!” Thankfully she was in a good mood that day and laughed, calling the whole family over to share what this impertinent little girl had just shrieked out.
So no, five strands did not mean she had five husbands.
Hey guys. Remember me? I haven’t been posting much (read: at all) lately. But my semester is just starting to wrap up. I’ve got one more paper due (on Robert Sampson’s Great American City no less), and then a final to take. So in theory, with proper time management, I should be just fine until the end of the semester.
My mom also found a house, and it’s under contract now, so we’ll be moving the week after my semester ends, which is incidentally the weekend after my birthday. I’m excited because that means my dog will be able to come stay with us again. She’s currently staying with my stepfather’s brother, because the townhouse we’re in only allows two pets, under 25lbs, so my 80lb yellow lab didn’t make the cut.
I took two classes this semester, and both entailed writing a paper every week, so that’s mainly why I haven’t been posting here. I have been on tumblr, so if you’ve missed me terribly, you can always find me there.
I’m hoping to get back into regular posting in the next few weeks. I’ve got one or two posts lined up, I just need to write them.