09/21/2026
Caption is where the meat is. Reviving a post 5 years to date
BE LIKE A TREE AND LET THE DEAD LEAVES DROP - RUMI
This post is about the perceptions we think society creates and we hold ourselves to. Until we are ready to drop them, they cling to us. Sometimes we even nurture them.
My mother was born and raised in South Africa in a very conservative Indian family. In the 50s when women wore those fun twirly dresses, she was asked to wear a half saree. And as soon as she was marriageable age, she and her sisters were brought to India to be married in early 60s. A smart, well read woman got married to an equally smart, well read modern thinking man whose family was the exact opposite. She now had to wear a “full” saree and even keep herself veiled. As my younger uncles got married and the “younger” daughters-in-law came in the family, the ones who grew up in the late 60s, my grand-mother relaxed the rules and the veil was lifted. But the saree remained.
And that is the background.
This was my conditioning and the realities I created were based on a lot of these perceptions.
Married women are supposed to wear sarees only (1960s)
You are in America now, you can’t wear sarees otherwise you wont be assimilated.(1980s)
Maybe you can wear sarees if you are attending Indian events(1990s)
If you let yourself go gray, you will look old (1950s, 1960s, 1970s, 1980s, 1990s, 2000s, 2010s...until 2020 when gray became the new blonde)
And then just like that autumn arrived, and she dropped those leaves - one by one by one by one….
She stood alone in a roomful of people who didnt know anything about a saree, in a foreign land, a saree draped on pants (saree is only to be draped on a petticoat) and head held high with a fascinator (Gosh, you never wear a fascinator with a saree. You must wear a proper western dress if you wear a fascinator)!
It was fun to let go of those leaves because it was she who was holding on to those dead leaves. No one else even knew about them.
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