My friend said she’s letting her weed jar sit out under the virgo full moon tonight so it can soak up its energy and that tomorrow we’ll smoke a joint of it together. I love mentally ill women…
When we started discussing what we were going to wear for my graduation, my ma quietly and hesitantly asked, “Mai sari pehen sakti hoon?”
Can I wear a sari?
And I was suddenly hit with shame and revulsion for myself. I have in the past asked her not to wear overly desi clothes to celebrations because I was embarrassed. But now, I am deeply ashamed that I had internalized so much hatred for myself, for my colorful culture and traditions, for our beautiful and historical clothes, that I would ever do such a terrible thing. That I would make my own ma think twice before asking to wear a sari.
It was with tears in my eyes that I begged her to please wear the sari.
I love my ma’s saris, and I love my ma’s bindi, and I love my ma.
My greatest accomplishment on graduation was not my diploma, but her pride. Everything for you, ma. Thank you.
