not yet punditik

image from  https://www.indy100.com/article/ The day my first period came, we had been invited – or probably invited ourselves – to my uncle's house in Westlands.   I knew about periods.   I'd learned about them in school when I was ten, in standard six during science.   The content of the subject that year was the seven systems of the body –I think they have become cleverer now and identified more systems.   One of the seven chapters was entitled, “The Reproductive System”.   It was the most exiting of the seven topics.   Diagrams of vaginas, breasts, penises and scrotal sacs.   Exciting stuffses for a ten year old in a convent school.   Which reminds me that I have heard, and have personal proof of something about convent girls going wild after they leave school, after years of suppressed politeness, decorum and discipline – a story for anaa day .   We bought the books early during the December holidays because my mother was and still is organised and has never belie