Week 7 Storytelling: What Is a Superstition But a Lost Way of Life?
The young woman was wearing the most elaborate sari the old woman had ever seen. The young woman's dark nose was wrinkled in disdain at the scent of incense smoke that wafted through the tent. The old woman lit another stick of incense. "I have told you all I can, child. You should not marry. Wait until an auspicious time." "Could you read the stars again?" the young woman begged. "Child, I have read all the signs and portents. Nothing will change today." The young woman let out a huff and turned, spinning on her heel and rushing out of the tent. The old woman remained seated. She wished for the millionth time in her long life that she had been born in the time of Rama or the Pandava brothers, in a time when her knowledge would've been respected. Those of that time were heeded without question, sought out by the greatest of kings. The only people who sought her out were love-struck women who were called superstitious by their friends. Whe...
