Devi – my mother’s mother – had married a man old enough to be her father. It was his second marriage. Devi also lived as a widow for nearly four decades.
Well into her eighties, she would giggle just as an eight-year-old would, but her eyes were sunken and sad.
She was married when she was nine.
She became a widow before she reached puberty.
She was a virgin widow.
And she lived as a widow for more than 70 years.