A small, but significant event was buried in the excitement of this past weekend, Rakhi, or as it’s better known in India, Raksha Bandan.  When I was younger, the tradition would be that I would tie the rakhi, or rakhri as we called it, on my brother’s wrist in hopes of getting some money out of him (which eventually went to my parents anyways) in exchange for some sweets.  As I got older, I began to better understand this custom and its historic meaning in our culture.  As with most things, I appreciate and respect the custom, but interpret it in my own way: to look after and support each other, instead of a one way approach where the brother ‘protects’ the sister.  I’m pretty tough myself…



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