My name has a meaning at least one place in the world!
On Monday, I discovered that my name is a holy word. When Hindus worship, they have a red and yellow piece of string tied to their wrists, called “molly” (forgive if I spelled it wrong, but it is pronounced the same as my name). They also have a paint put on their foreheads in the spot that a woman’s bindi would go, called “Rolly” (once again, forgive my spelling). And this is why no one has trouble pronouncing my name! In fact, I met another woman today named Molly.
Sumeeti told me that if I was born in India, along with Erica (my twin sister, for those of you who do not know), our names would be Molly and Rolly. Haha!
At the School Teej festival, I had a molly tied to my wrist. I now have my very own molly!
