from New York, stores there wrap everything so handsomely, with ribbons and velvet and tissue, even if youâve just bought a barrette.â
Sangeetha auntie did not look impressed. âWith our jewelry, you arenât paying for fancy decor in the jewelerâs shop or fancy packaging. You pay by the weight of the gold. Feel this.â
She took the necklace off the pins and put it in my hands. It was heavy, like a whole rollful of quarters from the bank.
âWhen I was your age, I had necklaces already, as fine as this, from my father and mother. But only now, after buying for our three daughters, now that they are married, have I accepted my first one from my husband. â
I hoped the collar of my salwar kameez covered the thin gold chain I was wearing. It was so thin it was more like a shiny piece of thread, really. Steve had given it to me last Valentineâs Day. Iâd never seen him so bashful before, and I was too surprised seeing him like that to be as appreciative as I should have been. He couldnât have known that in our tradition, necklaces are more important than rings, my mother would take off her wedding band to do dishes or check the oil in the car, but she never took off her wedding necklace. I wore my necklace almost all the time, sometimes at night I reached up inside my T-shirt to glide the tiny links back and forth between my fingers.
âI hope your mother has been putting away some things for your special day?â Sangeetha auntie said, holding the box open for me to put the necklace back.
âI donât know,â I said.
âYou donât know? Well, what does your horoscope say? When is the right year for your marriage?â
âI donât know, I donât think I have a horoscope,â I stammered, looking to Reema auntie for help.
âNonsense, everyone has a horoscope; your mother would have seen to it when you were born. Reema, what does her horoscope say?â
Reema auntie didnât look at me, âActually, Maya doesnât have a horoscope, her mother didnât want it done.â
Not having a birth-chart, or horoscope, in India was like missing a basic appendage. Families commissioned a horoscope based on the date and time of their childrenâs birth to guide them in every endeavor: what subjects to study, what medicines to take, what gods to propitiate, what husbands to marry. My mother had not made one for me, and I hated when it came up in conversation.
Sometimes I lied and made up a horoscope for myself, I knew what star I was born under, and I would just adapt the formulaic things Iâd seen written in cheap Indian tabloids. But I couldnât lie to Sangeetha auntie, not with Reema auntie right there who knew the truth.
âOh,â Sangeetha auntie said. She looked perplexed. âBut then how will she marry?â
Reema auntie said, âHopefully, weâll find a family who doesnât follow these things.â
âOh,â Sangeetha auntie said again. She looked unconvinced and patted my cheek in a pitying way. âOh, well, then 1 canât really help. But Iâm sure youâll find someone suitable.â
W E DROVE INTO the carport at Helenaâs and were greeted by a line of tall girls, most wearing saris, some salwar kameezes.
âI canât wait to be in the upper school and not have to wear this stupid uniform,â Brindha complained. One of the upper-school girls was dispatched to take us to Brindhaâs hostel and introduce Brindha to her bunkmates for the year. There was silence among eleven watchful girls while the upper-school girl helped Brindha open her suitcase. A teacher checked off a list of requirementsâthree white shirts, two blue skirts, two blue dresses, two sweaters, one exercise outfit, etc.âand the girl held Brindhaâs clothes up for inspection. The teacher and the girl conferred over a few items, and when they were in agreement on everything,