The Threshold Has a Name
You know where the line is before anyone draws it. You have always known. It is not marked on the floor of the pandal, not written in the puja guidelines distributed by the committee. It lives in the way a woman's feet slow before she reaches the circle, in the way her hands stay at her sides while everyone else's rise. The threshold is not a place. It is a decision that was made about you, once, and has been renewed every October since.
