Between the twilights : $b Being studies of Indian women by one of themselvesSorabji, Cornelia
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Between the twilights : $b Being studies of Indian women by one of themselves
Sorabji, Cornelia
India -- Social conditions; Women -- India
So had he sat a fortnight, touching neither food nor drink. The lady
of the house disputed a debt claimed by him in the name of an ancestor.
She bade him sue, but he, wise man, preferred this method. At the
moment he was only just alive, and his wits seemed to have preceded him
to the new genesis. We called him back, with kind words and chinking of
money under the trunk of the Luck-Bringer himself. It was the money I
think that reached him on the Border Land. He laughed for joy and wept
many salt tears into his first spare meal of rice and watery pulse; but
the family borrowed more money to make a great feast because the house
was saved from a Curse!
Another variety of compelling your desire is the burning of a cow or an
old woman. While, for a woman, the simplest way is the time-honoured
custom of sulking. Early Indian domestic architecture provides for
this. There was always a sulking-room in the “Inside” (compare
_boudoir_), and here sat the woman who insisted on her own way; and
here no doubt came husband or father with gift of shawl or toe-ring to
release her....
My wise ones tell me many stories as we sit on the roof in the hour
between the Twilights. But the story of my Wisest one herself is one
of my favourites. You must know that she is a very holy woman indeed.
At her birth, so many years ago that her devotees bring you data to
prove her a hundred years old, it was prophesied that she would be “a
religious,” and her Father built her a Shrine, and taught her things
which only Priests may know. She can perform every _jog_, and can read
one’s thoughts in any language. Her face is the face of her who has
attained, and her dignity and self-poise I have nowhere seen surpassed.
She dresses oddly--the sex of the devotee must not be proclaimed--in
the nether garments of a man, _i.e._, loose white drapery about the
legs, and a long coat. Her hair is worn in coils on the top of her
head, and round her neck hang sacred beads, and Kali’s necklet of
skulls in gold and enamel work. To her the symbol is not gruesome.
Kali, she will tell you, was the power of God, the “Energy of the
Gods,” and the heads represent the Giants of wickedness whom she has
slain.
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