The river of life

A girl in neighborhood has come of age. At thirteen one suddenly feels the need to cover a girls’ body with an extra upper cloth. A blossoming womanhood.

In the veranda the girl sits cross-legged alone in a corner on a mat of cross-stitched coconut leaves. For three days and three nights she sits and sleeps in seclusion. She then bathes and is ready to go to school with an extra upper cloth.

From now on the river of life flows.

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