
This is from the time when child marriage was prevalent in India. The girl looking away from the camera is my grandmother, merely twelve years old and already married! At such a tender age the understanding of marriage only meant a fun ritual to her, when the bride got laden with gold jewelery, decked-up like a princess. The other little girl, eight, in the lighter
sari is my grandma's sister-in-law (grandpa’s sister). They played with dolls together, common games like Indian version of hopscotch and other native games. In little time both grew extremely fond of each other and became inseparable until the disease, Kala Azar, took away her sister in law’s life. She was just eleven.
Grandma remembered and missed her childhood companion all her life. She gave me this picture to keep when I was astonished to learn that the
sari she wore for the photograph was hand woven and hand embroidered with even hand embroidered lace.
My grandmother passed away some time ago after having lived a good and a grand life. This is my tribute to her lifelong memory of friendship between two little girls from the Age of Innocence.