The general picture of grave and simple purity is heightened by the
appearance of their houses, each aloof and separate with a certain
quiet dignity in its own grounds. A bathing tank and a garden,
these are the first conditions of every household; and the garden
is luxuriant with the great rough stems of the jack-fruit tree, the
graceful areca and cocoa-nut palms, and bright green, broad-leaved
banana plants. To the east is the gate, through the garden, to the
house, with a stile to cross and a gate-house or lodge at its side.
The house itself, with its large household all related through the
female line, has on the ground floor its kitchen and store-rooms, an
open courtyard, and a large dining-hall. And above, with two separate
staircases, lie on one side the women’s, on the other the apartments
of the men, segregated entirely one from another. In such houses with
all their numerous family-members, brothers and sisters and cousins
and aunts and children always growing up, a certain quiet discipline
and an instinctive order, from being a duty, becomes a constant habit.
Comfort and tranquillity, if they are to be had, exact self-effacing
restraint and gentle deference to others’ wishes and requirements.
Whatever is boisterous and impulsive, the self-assertive and the crude,
has had to be effaced and smoothed away, as pebbles shaken together
in a bag lose their sharp edges. The manners that result are quiet
and self-contained, a little solemn perhaps, as of people traversing
a cathedral, but sweetened by human charity and a pleasant touch of
worldly irony.
The dress is simple in the extreme, a single white cloth that reaches
from the waist to the knee. This for long ages has been the sole
honoured dress of the Nair lady, above all fear as she is and above
reproach. That in all public places she should go boldly and unashamed,
with no self-conscious daring, but simply and modestly, with the
upper part of her body uncovered before all men, has been the law of
her community. Only jewelry she wears, a gold or silver chain, even
a gold belt about her waist, gold bosses in her ears, and a necklace
whose pendants are as the cobra’s hood upon her neck. Sometimes,
however, especially in these later days, and when she travels to other
provinces, she throws a cloth over her shoulders and bosom, with a
certain shyness, as of something coquettish and immodest.
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