Crash an Indian wedding

“One night in Delhi, my friends and I heard live music drifting through the open windows as we were finishing dinner, and we decided to investigate. The street was full of men playing instruments and holding huge lamps that looked like jellyfish. At first we just took pictures from the other side of the road, but the guests quickly invited us into the procession (as foreigners we were apparently quite a novelty.) There were several carriages covered in flowers and pulled by beautiful white horses, and there was a tent that was open at one side and filled with tables to eat at. Next a car pulled up, and inside was the groom. We then realized that we had crashed a traditional Indian wedding! He rolled down his window and shook our hands, saying that we were welcome to join the festivities. Then two elephants joined the procession, with their faces painted in beautiful colors.”

“One of the things I have been dying to do since I stepped foot in India is attend an Indian wedding. Then alas, my wish was granted! I had a good idea of what to expect, at least I thought so, but nothing could have prepared me for how the night actually unfolded. On the first day of my stay in Pushkar, I was invited to listen to a drumming lesson with a renowned Indian drummer named Natu. When I met Natu, I was welcomed into his home with a big hug and gentle smile. While Natu taught the lesson, my friend Gerda and I swayed our bodies to the rhythm of the drums. Natu was impressed with my dancing so much that he invited me and Gerda to come along with him and some other foreigners to a traditional Rajasthani wedding.”