The saree is perfect,
so is the car and the make-up.
She enters the house with her entourage and
a peculiar strong dose of some plaigarised perfume.
The coloured hair start swaying at the
loud beats of a dholak.
Its celebration for a new son.
The women celebrating the most,
The men talking about lineage and hierarchy,
The daughters shelled in an odd corner,
I oddly remembered the feminist
who said - gender is destiny.
Gender ,some feminist had said ,is destiny.
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