Only The Lower Castes Do That!!!!!
So there I was, strutting about, the cock of the walk, one might say, super thrilled with my sari-wearing skills....
Till I noticed that everyone around me were giving me strange (to say the least) looks... I turn around, wondering the the back has inadvertently slipped off, showing shocking (if rather cute) lacy pink undies...
No, everything seemed in order... I turn back to see my aunt scurrying towards me... With an all around smile at the horrified guests, she drags me to the nearest bathroom and hisses... ONLY THE LOWER CASTES WEAR IT THAT WAY!!!!
I yanked my arm off, waltzed back to the assembly, bowed low and said, 'Hey, I'm Chamaar' (The caste that carried away dead animals off the road)
The point is, we are educated, why should it matter? If my pallu looks good on the right, why should I not wear it that way? Why must a widow not bless a new bride? If we don't begin to change this within ourselves, nothing will ever change, will it?
Start wearing your pallu on the right. Please.
My aunt isn't speaking to me...
Till I noticed that everyone around me were giving me strange (to say the least) looks... I turn around, wondering the the back has inadvertently slipped off, showing shocking (if rather cute) lacy pink undies...
No, everything seemed in order... I turn back to see my aunt scurrying towards me... With an all around smile at the horrified guests, she drags me to the nearest bathroom and hisses... ONLY THE LOWER CASTES WEAR IT THAT WAY!!!!
I yanked my arm off, waltzed back to the assembly, bowed low and said, 'Hey, I'm Chamaar' (The caste that carried away dead animals off the road)
The point is, we are educated, why should it matter? If my pallu looks good on the right, why should I not wear it that way? Why must a widow not bless a new bride? If we don't begin to change this within ourselves, nothing will ever change, will it?
Start wearing your pallu on the right. Please.
My aunt isn't speaking to me...

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