Hanging by the Sacred Thread

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Hanging by the Sacred Thread

Illustration: Akshita Monga

M

y Upanayan or thread ceremony was held in a large rented house in Calcutta. About a hundred-odd uncles, aunts, friends, and relatives were expected. The catering was from Bijoli Grill, and the ladies laboured over the ten-course menu. My elder brother, cousin, and I were having our ceremonies together to save costs and time. All three of us were at boarding school in Darjeeling.

It was the summer of ’78 and I was 12.

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