Going to the temple is a waste of my time because Mother told me about the true goddess, Kali. Kali is a warrior and must wear a fearsome disguise. She is wild, beautiful and courageous. She will protect her daughters. I feel her fierce love.
The first time I can remember being physically afraid of a man was at my Las Lomas home, during a Hindu puja. The man in question was our family pundit.
The first time was after a day at the beach. She should have walked away right then. Now she can’t. It was a nice day, too. Walking down to the beach she and he were talking when some boys, beach bums, started heckling her.
In a dream, I’d solved the mystery. It wasn’t foul play. It was fair play—a game of hide and seek. In a dream, a woman could choose to conceal herself from her friends and family and the world, of her own accord.
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